Misunderstood(P.S. Winn) My family has been living in these woods a long time. We have more right to be here than anyone else. I don’t know why people won’t leave u alone. Maybe it is the legends that have been told. I suppose people are curious to get a glimpse of us. What bothers me most are those who come here to kill us. For some reason they want a trophy to brag about.
I should have started by introduce myself. Sorry about that. My name is Chet. I live here with my parents, Hank, and Maggie. My two brothers, Tanner, and Malcolm, and my sister, Bonnie.
My grandparents, along with other relatives, also share our forest home. Those like us, stay together and live as extended families. We have actually moved several times, as people take our land.
They build huge homes, with too many rooms. Then they complain when wild animals are in their yard. It is quite ridiculous. They force us deeper and deeper into the woods. They have no right, if we want to speak the truth. The land was ours before humans ever arrived. We are what humans call the Sasquatch. Or some call us Bigfoot. The names you’ve given us are irrelevant. So are the reputations attributed to us.
The first thing you should know is I am a vegetarian. We’re not all that way, of course. My brothers are big meat eaters. We differ in that, the same as humans differ in their likes.
Our group is large, and there are several like us roaming these woods. I fear that will not be the case soon. You see, we watch, and listen to humans that come into these woods. When I was first invited to come with my father, and grandfather to see what the people who had set up a camp were up to, I didn’t want to go. I was young then, in Sasquatch years anyway.
My grandfather tells me that our kind lives three times as long as humans. So, I would have been about thirty in human years, but only tell in Sasquatch terms. My grandfather has known humans for many years. He was friends with the Native American tribes many years ago. He even talked to some of what humans called mountain men. Back then, our kind was not treated like they are today. Humans then, were not hunting us to have a trophy they could brag about.
I felt the three of us watching, and listening, to the camping group was wrong. I felt like a spy.
That is, until I heard what those humans were doing. They were looking for Sasquatch. They had brought their cameras, and their guns, in order to accomplish their mission. They bragged of how they would find and kill the Sasquatch.
Over time, we heard other humans talking. We knew of the tendency for humans to not only kill animals, but each other. We knew all about the constant wars that raged on, and on.
The Sasquatch don’t kill each other. We need each other for our survival. Sad that humans don’t have the same way of thinking. Some times, not often, we have had to scare away humans. The growls, and howling that can be heard is us.
We speak the same language as humans, but must let them know this. So, instead we make wild animal noises, trying to scare humans away from the woods. Some leave, most don’t. If humans knew the truth about us, I still believe they would try to kill us, and keep doing that, until our kind is extinct.
Humans and Sasquatch could perhaps live in peace, but given humans track record, it is hard to see that ever happening.
My kind, and I, would like to talk with humans, to explain about who we are, how we live, but sadly, people would rather listen to the horror stories that are told about us.
My biggest hope, is someday, some where, I will find a human willing to listen. One who cares about protecting us. I know there are some humans who want to preserve these woods. Sadly, there are many more who want to tear down the trees, and build homes. Buildings that are too big, buildings that don’t fit in with nature.
Some day, when the forests, and the animals that call them home are gone, people will cry about what was lost. They will tell their children, and grandchildren tales of what the places and animals were like. I doubt those story tellers will add in that they were the ones responsible for that loss.
Yes, my kind, and I, are wild animals. That is what we were made to be. This is a warning call, to all, don’t ruin what is here. Don’t destroy the beauty in this world. Protect the animals, so they will not just be legends in a book.
I have relatives, I would like to spend years around. Please, don’t steal that from me.
I am but a wild animal, a Sasquatch, a Big Foot, but I have feelings, love, desire, that humans should never destroy.

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