CryptidA Story by SandraDeeThe
Abominable Snowman and why HE is 100% Real By:
Audrey Dunning; PhD Sources:
Audrey Dunning; PhD, Yeti Cryptid
is such a stupid word, I hate it. Pseudoscience. Another stupid word. I am not
a pseudoscientist, I am a scientist. I have a doctorate in zoology! I don’t
introduce myself as Pseudoscientist Audrey Dunning. That would be dumb, because
guess what, I am DOCTOR Audrey Dunning. And I’m not a crypto zoologist. I am a
zoologist who knows the abominable snowman to be real. How do I know it’s real?
Well, if you will simply listen to my story, unlike most people, I will tell
you. Thank you. I have always been
a very rational person. I believe in what everyone else believes in: God, the
Bermuda Triangle, gravity, evolution, Atlantis, and Global Warming. I had never
given any thought to the Abominable snowman, I mean, who does? My friend and I
liked to listen to Hanson and Styx like normal people. I never gave him a
single thought until I was eighteen, until I saw him up close. That Friday night
my friend was sick with chicken pox for the fifth time, so I didn’t have much
to do so I decided to take a walk. I lived in Maine, and it was mid-January, so
obviously it was very cold. My parents never cared though, so I left and walked
around in my neighborhood. I walked out back by the trees into the forest no
one ever went except me. My friend and I used to but she started always getting
sick with chicken pox and malaria and all these bad diseases. So it was just me
back then, until that night. That night I walked back into the forest and saw a
large, white, furry, object. Object was the first word that popped into my head
when I saw him and I’ve regretted that ever since, because he is not an object.
He is a he. He is a living animal with feelings. When I saw HIM, he turned
around as though he sensed I was there even though I wasn’t making a sound. I
realized what this “object” (not an object, not an it, not a thing, a HE), was
right away. It was the abominable snowman! The one and only. Yeah I know, you
think the snowman lives in Antarctica or the Himalayas or Alaska, but I am here
to tell you, he lives in Maine. He lives in my old backyard. The whole time he
was right by me, always there and I never knew it. That night, when he saw me,
he walked towards me. Most people walk away from me when they see me but not
him. He walked towards me like we had always known each other. He took three
steps and then backed away. I have never been offended because those three
steps meant so much. He stepped towards me and changed my life forever. It was
then I decided to go into zoology and prove the existence of this beautiful
creature. I started a club
at my high school called “The Abominable Snowman and why HE is 100% real”. When
I made the announcement of the club, the interest was great. Three of the football
players signed up for it right away! I was very excited, but when the time for
the first meeting came, none of them showed. I went to the room and when I
walked in, the whiteboard had the words “FREAK” and “WHACK JOB” and other
hateful words. It was then that I knew they got to them. The disbelievers. Most
likely the science club kids. They convinced my football players to write these
awful things about the snowman on the board to hurt his feelings. To make him
go back into hiding so his existence will never be proven. Those “scientists”
brainwashed my friends, and that made me mad. I couldn’t deal with the hate
towards my friend, he was just misunderstood. When I went and talked to the
football players the next day they ignored me. They ignored my pleas for them
to come and apologize to him, and to come into the woods and meet him. They
ignored my persistence to find it in their hearts to believe again. They
ignored it all. That night I went back into the woods alone. It took me a
while, but I eventually found him, sitting by a tree all alone. He was curled
up, looking down. The way I sit in school. He just got me so well. I went and
sat next to him. And unlike the football players, he didn’t move away. He
didn’t ignore me. He sat there and looked at me. I looked back at him, and
neither of us said a word, we just sat, curled up, together. Comforting each
other. I went back there
every day in high school and did the same thing. In the spring I worried he
would leave me, but he didn’t. He didn’t even change color because he didn’t
have to adapt for me because I accepted him. My club never took off at school,
it was just me. No one would let me prove him to them. Those science conspiracy
kids took over the school with their brainwashing. But I got over it. I had my
Yeti with me. One day, in the summer, I told him I had to leave him “I’m going to school tomorrow. I’m
off to the University of Maine to study zoology. I’m going to learn all about
creatures like you” I told him. He never talks but he looked at me and nodded.
He understood I had to do it, for me. For him. For us. I was not excited about
leaving him, but I did. I left him and
went off to college and learned all about tigers and mammoths and dogs and
fish, and all these animals. These animals that had facts about them, and were
placed into species and branches of the animal kingdom. They had definite
characteristics and were placed in a box. It was only then that I realized.
Yeti is not an animal to be put into a box. He is a creature, as unique as each
individual human. He shouldn’t be taught about as though everyone knows him. He
should be taught about as a beautiful living thing. He shouldn’t be kept in a
cage for studying, or pictured in a textbook. And with all that, my desire to
prove his existence vanished. I had been so focused on letting everyone know
who he was, I forgot about him. He shouldn’t live that life. Yes, I want the
world to know he is real, but I don’t want the world to study him. Anytime I go
back to the woods he’s always there for me. He never talks, just stands or sits
and listens to me. Sometimes I watch him from a distance and feel safe. I know
I could capture him and bring him in and prove his existence and be a world
renowned SCIENTIST and not a loon pseudoscientist with no money, who gets,
rejected by every university and only gets placed on TV shows to be laughed at.
Yeah, I could get rid of all of that, but I couldn’t do that to him. He
deserves to live in peace. I may not have anything else, but I have him, and I
will never lose that. © 2015 SandraDeeReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 25, 2015 Last Updated on October 25, 2015 AuthorSandraDeeSaginaw, MIAboutI'm a very inexperienced writer but I want to start sharing my works more..Writing
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