Finnegan had sat himself up long ago, when the noise from outside first occurred. He was startled at first, but never fearful. Rather, Finnegan's curiosity had gotten the best of him and he began to imagine what sort of creatures could produce such a sound. It was definitely too soft to be any sort of dragon, and not nearly deep enough to be a demon. His next thought, obviously much more realistic than any sort of dragon or demon, were fairies, or maybe even pixies. Yeah, definitely pixies. They were well known to cause trouble; being an annoyance was basically their specialty. Hmm...but were they usually active during the night? Fin's mythology knowledge was failing him, only leading him to indefinite answers of what could be making such a noise. Ah ha! That had to be it! There was absolutely nothing else that could have been making such a raucous outside, other than the one and only; Bigfoot!
Springing from his bunk, Fin did his best to land silently as to not wake up any of the other kampers, before scrambling for a flashlight he knew he had packed. A toothy smile grew across his face as he felt the cold metal brush against his paw as he searched blindly through his bag. Snatching it up, Fin tip-toed through the cabin, opening the door with minimal squeaking and closing it all the same.
The outside air was brisk, making Fin debate on whether or not he should run back inside for his jacket. No, there was no time. He had to get his once in a lifetime look at Bigfoot! His flashlight flickered on, and Fin had pointed it in the direction the sounds came from. One foot after the other, Fin situated himself on a well defined path. Getting lost wouldn't help him any, so it was best to be somewhat cautious.
Oh how fun was this?~ Fin thought to himself, stealthily making his way along the trail which lead closer to the sound he was so sure lead to Bigfoot. Fin managed to walk far enough that when he turned his head back, he could no longer see where he had entered from...but! The sound was almost clear as day now and...what was this? Footprints? Finnegan gasped, covering his mouth quickly as his own sounds reverberated off of the trees and to his dismay, had caused whatever he had been following before, to go silent.
There were footprints though! Huge foot-like impressions had been left in the ground no more than a few steps away from himself. Oh how he had wished he'd grabbed his camera from his bag! No one would believe him if he said that he'd found footprints in the forest, nor did he think there would be anyone brave enough to follow him back out here at this time of night. Well...that wasn't the point! Someone had to believe him, right? Barely being able to hold in his excitement, Finnegan had pivoted on his heels and beelined it back towards his cabin.
Poor Finnegan. Had the boy actually seen real-life Sasquatch footprints, or had one of the councilors played a mean trick on him? He would never know.
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