Two Bigfoot and two humans made their way through the forest to the river. An hour later they stood on the banks of the river, overgrown with trees and shrubs. Errl stood and looked one way then the other.
“Don"t know where we are,” he said.
“First Nations said this is the spot,” Joe replied. He checked his compass and shook his watch. “Check your chronometer, Errl.”
“Not six chronos yet.”
The river churned with frozen whitecaps. Hunny sat on the bank and patted the place beside her. Errl paced. Joe and Joey squatted on their heels and shared a sandwich.
“Fruit, Errl?”
“Errl eats leaves, berries and grass like Hunny.”
“Good enough.”
“And O-R-E-O cookies.”
Hunny bared her teeth in a smile.
“Wait. Over there.” Joey pointed to a circle which crushed the grass near the riverbank. “Wh
