Photo prompt © Jan Wayne Fields
‘I know you’re going to turn prickly but I have to admit I misled you.
‘There are some Bigfoots around here, that’s the rumour. We are going to search for Bigfoot.
They laughed thinking that it was one was his quintessential pranks. But it wasn't a prank.
They were dumbstruck. They ought to have known; he was a rabid adventurer.
‘Are you out of your mind? We don’t even have a toy-gun for protection.’
‘I have brought my father’s revolver.’
At that moment there was some commotion; there was something outside their tent. They all froze in fear.
A hairy hand entered the tent, it was holding a revolver.
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