A small lake sparkled under the late afternoon sun. Errl crept to its cold waters and drank. Under his hairy face he flushed when he glimpsed his reflection. A strong young male Bigfoot gazed back at him from the mirrored green surface. Was that him? The healing cream young Joey had applied to his wounds soothed his broken skin, and the blood and dried mud were washed from his body, leaving his hair thick and silky. He had lost weight and trimmed some body fat. His muscles rippled. Only the pads of his feet felt sore and bruised.
With a finger, he touched his face just as a fish broke the surface of the lake. Ripples spread and his image disappeared. He gathered reeds from the shore and chewed on them. Woodbine and cattails decorated the shore, reminding him of something or someone. The l
