Story Time

The Abominable Snowman doesn't exist but I know the dying truth.

A few years ago, days after Christmas, I had an unusual guest arrive on my front door step. It was covered in white matted fur, sticks, and dirt. It looked hurt, and I was scared that if I didn't help it, it would have me for a midnight snack. Luckily, the cabin I was staying in had a high roof. I signaled the yeti to come in and all it did was nod at me in acknowledgement. I held out my hand for the creature to hold. I knew in my gut it wanted to be clean. When it gave me its hand, we went straight towards the bath house. The bath water was warm but not burning, and the soap suds were basically overflowing once the yeti got comfortable in the water. I took a step back and observed. I never thought in my years of living I would be cleaning the abominable snowman. After the wash came the grooming. I felt like a real barber cutting off the matted fur, gently taking out the sticks and twigs, combing through the monster's vanilla scented fur. It was very relaxing...and then dinner came. What in the h e double hockey sticks does this thing eat? I brought out my favorite cheese and meat plate, but the yeti wanted nothing to do with it. So then I grabbed some berries out of the refrigerator yet all the yeti did was squint at me. I had run out of options, until I pulled out the soup. My mother makes a mean chicken noodle every Christmas and I got to take leftovers back to the cabin. I was going to save it as tomorrow's dinner but when I was shuffling things around I heard the yeti say soup as if that was the only good option. After warming the soup I served the whole thing to the monster; I mean he’s a big guy and I didn't want him to go home hungry. After it was done with the soup it didn't hesitate to get up and wash it’s rather large bowl. It was too late before I noticed it was done washing all the dishes in the sink. Before I could even thank the yeti, it grunted and nodded then left through the back door. I was just there sitting in my kitchen dumbfounded trying to process everything that just happened. I got to wash and feed a freaking yeti.