A Yeti's Tale

A lonesome Yeti prowled the outskirts of Kathmandu, the city which marks the start of all important hiking expeditions to Mountain of Everest. There are treks which start in lesser-known locations, yes, but... Those unfortunate enough to participate in them are often devoured by unsavory creatures believed to be myth, such as the Yeti. But not this Yeti, oh no. Born with an unusual amount of intelligence for his kind he would rather befriend humans than dine on them. Given the cruel world that we all suffer through, though, the other Yetis shunned him from the moment he came out of the closet, putting into operation a consistent scheme which involved the throwing of many snowballs. Naturally, these events lead the Yeti to grow up in a sad and lonely matter and as a result he looked to humans for comfort and friendship.

Every night he wandered about the city limits. He was beginning to think it was of no avail - even the largest man ran screaming from him like an infant - and he might as well retreat to live life like a slimy slug, rejected by all other creatures. Sometimes out of sheer desperation he would join a group of dogs and howl into the darkness. But since he was graced with sentience he couldn’t to stand their dreary company for long. To much licking was involved for his taste.

The Yeti came to a stop, lowering his hulking frame, mud and worms squishing unpleasantly beneath his toes. Depression threatened to overwhelm him like a child squashing ants; had he ever raised a finger to harm it? No. But it came on regardless, laughing. He could almost feel the spittle wetting his face, dampening the fur around his nose and making him sneeze. A heart-throbbing yowl left his lungs - or at least that was the intention. The only effect it really had was to startle a cat out of its cattily dreams.

Suddenly, out of the blue, an idea forced its way into his mind, pushing through the other thoughts until it had the spot-light for itself. The Yeti leapt to his feet, heart-beat pounding like a giant bongo drum. Why hadn’t he thought of it before? Everyday human vehicles left for Mount Everest; when morning came he’d follow one, continuing on with the hikers as they started the ascension of the mountain itself and when the chance came he’d introduce himself with a thunderous roar just to impress them. The results would leave them feeling like a flee on an elephant’s buttocks and surely he’d be befriended than.

With purpose bubbling in his bones the Yeti hunkered down to wait. And wait. More waiting came hopping down the path in his direction and after that came, you guessed it, even more! Than there it was, the roar of a mechanical engine. He sprang nimbly to his toes as the vehicle came into sight, taking cover behind a tree. The rumbling sound grew and grew, getting louder and louder, and when the Yeti thought the vehicle had passed he leaped from hiding so as to gallop along in its wake. But with this movement all his hopes and dreams were squandered in one tragic BANG as the automatic invention crashed into him. People screamed, metal parts shot through the air, and one lonely Yeti was sent sprawling to his death.

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