Bigfoot

 

She couldn’t believe her eyes.

These things were supposed to be just folklore.

Holding her breath, she peeked carefully through the trees for a better look.

It was real, all right.

The creature was a little shorter than she was, so probably a juvenile.

All the stories she’d heard about them seemed to be true.

It walked upright and seemed to be at least marginally intelligent.

But the smell of it was super-rancid and she almost gagged when the breeze brought its scent her direction.

Suddenly afraid, the little Bigfoot turned and ran back to the safety of her family.