Down in the Louisiana bayou, there was a lonely little girl named Wendy. She was nine years old. She had brown shoulder length hair and brown eyes. She felt so out of her element at school and even at home. Her parents and older sister liked to be in the entertainment business and did many charity events. Those were not things she was interested in, though they made her come to them.
Her mom was a dancer and cheerleader, her dad was a singer, while her sister was more of a ventriloquist. She liked the wooden or plastic dummies.
Wendy was more of a loner type, but she did love animals. She wanted to include a pet in their entertainment. Her parents said she could if she ever found the right one, like a dog or something. But she really wanted something more than a dog. Something special. But the more exotic special animals were something that they couldn't afford.
Her sister, Jayden, often picked on her because she didn't have an act to go in their show. She was thirteen. She had long black hair and green eyes. She was about 5'5.
They lived out in the country. It provided the great opportunities for practicing outside, but also keeping on the lookout for wild animals. Their house was two stories high. It was big enough.
Lately, on the news, there had been reports of a strange creature that lived out in the bayou that had a reputation for stealing from people's trash or raiding chicken coops and could just disappear without a trace. But no one had been hurt, yet.
Wendy was curious about this creature. Most of the time she stayed out of trouble, but she was willing to risk it to see if she could catch a glimpse of this strange creature.
It was the month of March right now. It hardly ever got cold down here in this state, so it had been mostly warm all winter long.
Randall Boggs had been in this swamp for over three long months. He so wanted to go home and get revenge on those two for having dropped him in this insane swamp. He had to resort to stealing from human's trash mainly for his food needs now, and sometimes taking eggs or chickens from their cages. But he would also try to catch other swamp animals when he could.
He had made his own spear with a knife he had stolen and tied to a pole stick he had designed. Aside from dumpster diving for food, he also went after thrown away tools that could help aid him if necessary.
He mostly avoided being seen by the humans, but there were some that had gotten glimpses of him. That was when he made sure to vanish. He would usually find cover in the trees.
After having been beaten by a human mother with a shovel after he first arrived, and barely managed to escape, Randall knew that humans were too dangerous to be trusted.
Randall would do some rounds during the day to see what he could find, but he didn't get close to human settlements until after dark.
One day, he was passing by a huge two story house. He spotted the trash that was put out for garbage pickup the next day. He looked around for signs of humans. The car was gone so he went over and began rummaging through the trash.
Inside, Wendy was just playing with toy animals that she had. Then she heard some strange noises. Her sister was upstairs on the phone. It was around sunset right now and their parents were out having fun.
She went to investigate the sounds and outside, was a strange creature going through the trash! Could this be the creature from the news?
It didn't look all that scary, but it was strange looking. She was all too curious about this creature. She went outside. She hoped it had a friendly side.
Randall was looking for food and supplies, but then, the door opened up, revealing a young girl stepping out. It made him take off and he instantly vanished.
"Hey, wait! I only want to make friends!" Wendy called after him.
Randall had vaguely heard the kid, but he was too determined to just get away.
Wendy was disappointed, but maybe she could find a way to make friends with this creature.
Randall had found some good food in the trash and would be sure to come back again, just when humans weren't around.