“They’ve officially declared that we don’t exist,” said Harry.
“Did we have to cut a deal?” asked Yowie, the smaller of the two sasquatches.
“Nope. Seems like they figured out the right thing to do all on their own,” answered Harry.
“Well, that’s good, I guess,” said Yowie. “I’m kinda sad we didn’t get to get to Plan B, though.”
“Heh, yeah. Plan B was a good one,” agreed Harry. “Hey, are you on patrol duty tonight?”
“I don’t think so,” said Yowie. “The boss cancelled all outside recon missions. Said something about ‘playing right into our hands’ and then he walked away cackling.”
Both monsters looked at each other, and then at the man who lay trussed up in the corner of the cave.
“So what do we do with this guy?” asked Harry.
“I don’t know. Eat him?”
The human struggled against his bindings and made several muffled noises from behind the gag. His eyes were wide with fear.
Yowie laughed. It was a deep, hearty noise. “Relax, I was just joking around. We’re not going to eat you. You just made sure our demands for less recognition were heard.”
The Director of the National Park Service sighed and slumped back against the wall. He kept his eye on the two furry beasts and vowed revenge. Once he escaped, everyone would know about these filthy creatures, official announcement or not.
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