Houses that looked like boxes spread across the valley. Errl crouched in the tall grass on the edge of town. A mist hung over the town as the sun went down.
I"m cold and hungry again. I don"t like this place. It"s too quiet. I smell humans and the four legged animals that howl and chase me. Is there another door open anywhere? Another can of food? I might take a chance. I can hide. I see openings underground and steps. I can hide. I can hide.
He shivered. Behind him he heard the voice of the trapper with the g*n.
He didn"t fire his weapon. Why not?
The trapper wasn"t like the leader of the children"s pack. He didn"t shout at Errl and he didn"t shoot at him. The Bigfoot boy thought hard.
Maybe the man is my friend.
Twigs crunched behind him and he whirled around. The man in the checke
