The next morning Peter Puffin found Errl backed up against a wall in Joe Locke"s basement, huddled under a Spiderman quilt. The trapper and his son couldn"t save the Bigfoot boy. Peter Puffin thought very highly of himself and liked to take charge.
“You"re coming with us.” Puffin brandished a very long g*n. Other men crowded behind him. They stared at Errl. One of the men wore a shiny sheriff"s badge. He held a taser. A woman pushed forward. Someone screamed.
“Leave him alone.” Joey Locke, the trapper"s eleven-year-old son, pulled at the Cub leader"s sleeve. “He never hurt anybody. Let him go back to the forest.”
“He don"t live in the forest, Joey,” Puffin said. “He come from some kind of spaceship out near Oldboy River. We seen it, the kids and I. Sittin" in the sky one minute. The nex
