John Stalvern waited. The fireflies above him blinked and sparkled in the air. There were Bigfoots in the woods. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to his hunting friend Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a Bigfoot hunter for fourteen years. When he was young he watched clips of Bigfoot on TV and he said to dad "I want to hunt the monsters daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY BIGFOOTS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the woods because of the smell he knew there were Bigfoots.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the Bigfoots!"
So John gotted his hunting rifle and blew up the tree.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the Bigfoots.
"I will shoot at him" said the Sasquatch and he threw poop. John shooted at him and tried to blew him up. But then the tree fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the Bigfoots" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the Bigfoots"
And then John was a baby Sasquatch.