Sandy Supposes....

What Was That?

June Camping Trip!
Monday, June 20th

Prompt:

While camping, you or Andre spot Bigfoot!
What happens? Tell us all about it!

         

         

         A breeze caressed my cheek and ruffled my hair. Without opening my eyes I elbowed Andre snoring next to me.

         "Andre! Did you forget to zip up the tent door again?"

         Snorting in reply Andre rolled over. A mosquito buzzed near my exposed ear and I swatted it away. Over and over that persistent pest dive bombed me. Several more marauders joined the first. Waving my arms I sat up and peered through squinted eyes.

         It took a moment for the fog of slumber to dissipate. Were those twinkling stars? Wow, the moon seemed so big and bright. Wait a minute...

         "Andre wake up! Where's the tent?"

         I poked and kicked the monkey until he too sat up, stretching and yawning.

         Something rustled in the grass and a shadow hovered over us. I may have been half-asleep, but my eyes recorded a tall, shaggy creature clutching our pup tent.

         "Hey!", I blurted.

         The thief took off running and stumbling, the tent's poles clanking, the lines tangling in his humongous feet.

         Andre and I struggled to our feet and set off in pursuit. We didn't cover much ground in that first attempt in fact we face-planted, hard. We'd forgotten we were sheathed in our sleeping bags.

         I wiggled and thrashed in my cocoon desperate to shed it. Andre grabbed his sleeping bag in both hands, leapt to his feet and began hopping. I marveled at how quick he bopped along. I remember thinking Andre must be a shoe-in to win sack races and I made a mental note to choose him as my partner at the next competition. I couldn't help it, I hollered.

         "Go Andre!"

         After more of a tussle and a few choice mutterings I wrenched myself free. I tossed my cumbersome sleep sack aside and followed the sounds of snapping twigs and huffing/puffing.

         "Andre, I'm right behind you."

         Into the tangle of trees I plunged. I pushed. I pummeled. Branches snatched at my hair and slapped my face. Mosquitos whined. Shadows flitted past. Things creaked. Things shuffled. Things loomed large and silent.

         I burst into a moonlit glade. Gasping for air I bent over and grasped my knees. A whimper alerted me to look up and I spied an upside down Andre trussed in his sleeping bag, swinging from the stout arm of an immense tree. As I stepped towards him, the hairy, well-muscled creature peeked around the base of the trunk. He glared at me and raised a giant fist. I froze.

         Maintaining eye contact he stooped to gather up our tent. Straightening to his full impressive height he cocked his head and grinned. With a wave he vanished.

         Both Andre and I whispered, "What was that?"

          ( 471 words minus the 21 words of the prompt )