Sasquach and His Day

Sasquach and His Day

Intorduction

Roupert Henry is a sasquach. As a sasquach he reeks and eats fish from the river.

This is the story of:

Roupert's Day

Roupert is the only sasquach in the whole forest where he lives. He wakes up alone and goes to sleep alone. One sunny afternoon Rupert was laying down on the forest floor doing absolutly nothing. He decided he wanted to do something so he rolled over. Then all of a sudden Rupert saw some butterflys. He jumped to his feet and yelled at them "GRwwwwaaW" then again even louder "RRAGGGRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Roupert took off after them running through the trees with his hairy legs. The butterflys slowly fluttered upwards as Rupert Henry franticly jumped and swiped at them with his lumpy hands. With the sun light filtering throught the leaves he lost sight of them.

Rupert decided to go to the river. Twigs and leaves snaped and krinkled under his heavy, usually sweaty sasquach feet as he walked. Little flys buzzed around his knoby ears. Rupert didn't mind. He just kept on walking. Down at the river there was this big old tree all bent out of shape and leaning low over the water. Rupert simmied out about half way across the river and let his feet dangel in the cold rushing water. He fell asleep.

A strong wind came by rustling all the leaves and caused the branches to sway. Startled Roupert woke up and almost fell in the river but he used his cat like reflexes to stay balanced. As Roupert began making his way from the tree he realized his feet were froze numb by the water. Bringing himself to his feet he found he could still walk on them but only in a clumbsy aquard way.
Eventually he made it back to his rotting log in which he sleeps and retired for the day.
THE END.

Within Three Days

Yesterday:
A piece of rain from way up high in the sky came flying down and hit me in the face.

Today:
I ate groceries for lunch using all the eating organs I usually do.

Tomorrow:
I assume and am relativly sure that I will wear my pants.