Big Foot and I

Deep in the hills of Kentucky while picking strawberries from a patch I hear a deep moan and a groan not to far from where I am at Rising up to take a peep my fear making me start to sweat I see a big lump of fur with two black eyes looking back but no sign of a threat On his back he rolled and stretched his size at least eight feet long with a jester of his hands he gave a wave for me to come along Slowly as I approached my curiosity over riding to be refrained I get a good long sniff of the stench from this beast who is so strange Nearing close to him he sits up with a groan placing his arms on his knees seeming quite appeased Slowly I sit a few feet from him his eyes watching closely not realizing my basket of strawberries sit between him and me His eyes have a look of sadness always alone it would seem scared of people who always want a picture to brag and say he's been seen With a soft little moan he points to his mouth a strawberry I give him without any form of doubt A soft touch of our hands of no fear we now understand eating our strawberries on this sunny day as if it were all planned It's been years now but every May and June I have a dinner date with me and my best friend I now call 'Sam' The years have aged us both but we have come to understand that so many creatures on earth have been so misunderstood. Tammy Reams Contest sponsored by: Skat 'Bigfoot'