| That following year he would see the creature again. This time the circumstances were turned. It was the creature who had the high ground and he was left worrying what would happen if it came after him but again, it went about its business and thus so did he. Stan got so that he would take fruit that had started to go bad and he’d hike it over past his property line and dump it out. He didn’t know what was eating it but something was coming around. Sometimes when he would tote a basket of over-ripe apples, or perhaps some peaches, to his dumping spot there was a feeling of being watched but that was the extent of it. Then came the winter when he helped the creature. He had been out rabbit hunting and found himself once again with the position of high ground when he saw the bigfoot. This time however it did not see him. It was busy trying to climb a steep hillside that was glazed over with an ice sheet that had formed when the snow had melted the previous day and then began to run down the hillside. When the night rolled around and the temperature dropped below freezing it made for a thin sheet of ice covering the hillside. next page |  |
