Enjoy a little snow.

by americanrealist, youtube.

Attention: ESP Team, Bill, Hank or Cole

Isn't there anything you can tell us about what is going on? You must know we are on the edge of our seats waiting for some word?

Instructions on How to be Nice

Photo: photoxpress
It is so much easier to like a nice person. Here is a link if you would like to learn more on "being nice."

http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Nice

A Note From Marcy:

Here's a good follow-up on that newly described crawfish.

[This link takes you to the Texas Crypid Hunter.]
http://texascryptidhunter.blogspot.com/

The blogger's last three posts all deal with it, and there are some nice photographs. He has also mentioned Bigfoot in the past.
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Thank you, Marcy. ... Linda Newton-Perry

Child playing in the woods.

Video Credit: Youtube under Motherbee

Illustration for story below.

4th Chapter of Bigfoot Children's Book

Just as he thought, the stiff breeze above the river was forcing him downriver, away from the exciting goings on. He was right slap-dab in the center of the river, hovering about ten feet up. No help for it, he was going to end up in it. His arms were growing heavier and heavier.

Below him now were exposed, flat river rocks. If he dropped down on a rock, he could somehow manage to get to the bank. He could always flap his arms and come down anew if the first landing proved unsuccessful. And so, he slowed his flapping and came down onto a craggy, water-covered rock. The water was to his ankles and icy cold.

Above him, sounds of people came. It must be a park, he reasoned. How far down the river he’d been blown, he didn’t know. And besides, this was a dream; he didn’t know where he was. He’d never been here before. He carefully picked his way across the dimpled rock he’d landed on. Some of the dimpled holes seemed deep and dangerous.

Once across the rock, he stepped into water up to his waist. He splashed to rustic wooden stairs leading to the voices above. The human voices were from a lively ball game, a little bleacher full of cheering family members of the players.

A thick canopy of trees shadowed the narrow path that Beau was now on. He shivered. He was wet and soggy to his waist. His plans were to find the road and walk back to where the little red car had tumbled down into the canyon. He was on the road now. Bicyclists passed him. Joggers passed him. And slow moving cars filled with happy families passed him.

The sun was warm on his aching shoulders. He crammed his hands deep into the cold wet pockets of his trousers. The road was now empty for long stretches. He dare not fly even if it would allow him to cover more distance faster. He didn’t want anyone to see him flying. Often in his dreams other people flapped as he did, so it would not have been anything out of the ordinary. But on this tail, or was it tale?─he hadn’t seen one person flapping his arms.

He simply didn’t want to appear “different” and so he trudged along, very slowly. His shadow stretched long behind him. The solid shadows of the pointy pines and tall firs darkened the road, cooling the air.

When would he ever get back to where the little red car had tumbled into the canyon? At long dream-time last, he rounded a corner and there in front of him was an excited mob of people.

“What’s going on?” Beau asked a little girl appearing to be about seven and dressed all in pink.

“Bears playing with a wrecked car,” she answered, after she’d pulled with a loud pop from her mouth, a shiny red sucker.

“Bears, huh?” he said to one older man looking through binoculars.

“I don’t think so. They look more like Bigfoot. And I’m thinking I’ll get my rifle and shoot one of ‘em. It’ll be proof they exist once and for all. With all these people, I’d have plenty of help in getting the body back up here.”

continued next Monday.