Sweet little Big Foot
We had been riding in our wagon for weeks coming from Ohio headed to the Pacific
Northwest. As a teenager, it seemed as if we would never reach our destination. Mom
had told me right before we packed up everything that could fit, that dad had the idea of
striking gold. Seems like all of my friends and their families had eventually left anyway,
so what could it hurt?
As we huddled around the fire one night, this particular night dad was in the middle of
telling a story. He was feeling excited because according to our map, we’d arrive
sometime midday tomorrow. So, with the crackle of the fire and the wolves howling dad
continued…
And just before her husband was due home from the mill, she went into labor. Oh! How
she cried and cried as the pains ripped through her tiny body. She was home all alone.
This was her first child. Her cries were heard so far that Big Foot, several miles away
heard the wails.
Suddenly, the ground seemed to shake right underneath her. The pain was great but
her fear was greater. The footsteps she heard grew closer and closer until she was
screaming in both fear and pain. She laid on the wooden kitchen floor boards, trying her
best to scoot out of view when the front door opened. She screamed again when she
saw the humongous hairy figure in front of her. She knew right away it had to be
BigFoot, the legend she heard stories about for months.
BigFoot had to duck down, turn sideways, and squeeze his humongous frame through
the doorway. His feet were as big as her dining table, his hands not much smaller as he
pulled himself through. When he stood up, he bumped his head on the top of the cabin
roof. “Are you okay he said?” “I heard someone screaming.” He said in a gentle voice.
The lady looked into BigFoots’ eyes and decided they were kind eyes. She said, “I’m
having a baby but my husband is at work at the mill so there’s nobody here to help me.”
BigFoot said, “I’ll help you.” And that’s just what BigFoot did. He helped the lady in the
cabin deliver her baby. The lady thanked BigFoot and said he should probably go before
her husband got home. “He would surely try and shoot you, I’m certain.”
“But where can I come to visit you?” She asked. Well, the thing is, I live high up in the
mountains. I don’t come down here in the valley too often because I scare folks. The
reason I’m so big and hairy is because my mother always bathed me in a magic potion
then put me to sleep in a bear skin. I’ve never stopped growing ever since. She tried
this potion on several other family members but for some reason it only ever worked on
me.
Well, thanks again for helping me. You’re the sweetest little BigFoot I’ve ever met. Well,
the only one too. They both laughed as BigFoot turned towards the door, bent down,
then squeezed his way out of the cabin. The end.
Aw dad! But where did BigFoot really come from? I just told you. Weren’t you listening?
So, you’re telling me a magic potion and a hairy pelt is what made BigFoot? Well, son,
some legends say his mother got bit by some huge animal, others say there was a
whole group of BigFoots that existed once. But the story that has lasted the longest is
the one I just told you. Now, get in the wagon and get some sleep.
That night I dreamed of BigFoot all night. I tossed and turned, yelped and laughed, and
bucked and ducked. When I awoke, and peaked my head out of the wagon because my
dad said we had arrived to the Pacific Northwest. As I looked all around as far as my
eyes could see, I caught the glimpse of a Humongous figure beside the mountains. It
looked to be nearly as tall as the mountains themselves. “Sweet little BigFoot” I said.