Errl was hungry and tired. He ran through the forest away from the village of Crowfoot. He ate twigs, berries and moss, drank water from the many streams and a small lake. His feet hurt. The Bigfoot finally stumbled into a farmyard.
I won"t hurt you.
The cows, seeing the large furry creature, bolted with tails high toward the other end of the hayfield. Some crashed through a barbed wire fence and ran into the forest, bleeding from cuts. The horses whinnied and reared. The chickens and turkeys squawked and fluttered. A pen of pigs grunted and stared.
“You stay right there, boy. I seen you on TV.”
The farmer recognized Errl as a wanted fugitive. He stopped with a pail of mash in his hand and a pitchfork in the other. The farmer meant to feed his pigs and horses. A bucket of grain sat on
