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The Abominable Snowman

The third week had come and so for that one Ken's subject of his web series would be the Abominable Snowman. Sitting in his chair, his camera recording, Ken spoke.

"It was eventide. Yonder, the long sweep of crystal apexes aglowed damask. Even before the head porter gave the bidding, Tashi released his burdensome backpack and turned to gape with wonted admiration and acclaim. The "Himalayas", that is what the European said the sahib had called them." Just off screen, several of Ken's friends who had been to Tibet and had seen the yeti themselves waited and wondered when they would be the ones to do the talking. If Randy Cunningham knew Ken it would probably be an hour in before he was able to talk. Howard Weinerman had his doubts he would ever be allowed to talk. As for the others; Bucky Hensletter, Theresa Fowler and Niall Warburton; they were in complete shock that he had actually managed to do some research on this subject. For someone who had said that he knew nothing about the Yeti because it, Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster had never interested him it seemed almost strange that Ken would cover this subject. It seemed almost the Ken knew this subject would be expected. The first week he had covered the Murphysboro Monster, the second week he had talked about how monsters were not always what we believed them to be but went on to state that there was much mystery in the world. Of course, Ken knew nothing about the wonderings. He just continued on. "'Toi ye!' was the only comment the head porter ever said to him. 'Climb!' And climb Tashi had, up the glaciers, down the moraines. He'd lost track of the days, but then the days didn't count. They were somewhere in the northeastern Sikkim, preparing to make camp in the snow at 17,000 feet, and although the travail was toilsome, Tashi was enjoying himself absolutely. This was why he had left home, to see the big Earth. Not that he did not love his abode, too. Home was good, chiefly when his father sent him out with the yaks to amble, free and companionless, even higher than they now were, below the barriers of the big cordillera. Tashi did not dream for long. The head porter snapped biddings that began the eve customs of pitching the sahib's marquee and making a wee blaze to infuse his tea. After perambulating all day, the sahib, clearly, took a constitutional, and Tashi beamed to himself as he went about his travail. He had never met a sahib before, and he had to conjecture if they were all so abnormal. This one, from a clime denominated England, was a major in something denominated the Indian Army Medical Corps. The tidings around the bivouac was that he was going to compile an anthology about Tashi's cordillera. Tashi knew what anthologies were. He had seen one, an atypical article, in a abbey, and he was exceeding affected with the sahib. But he was less affected a few instants later. The sahib came bolting back to the bivouac—" Ken was taking so long! When were they going to be able to speak? "No one had pronounced they couldn't follow the sahib, and they all did. Then, after a wee icefall, they saw what had animated him so much: evanescing into the distance down the border of a glacier, a line of big humanlike spoor was embossed in the snow. Tashi quaked, and not from the cold. Up in the big places—"

While Ken continued to talk, the people he had invited over started playing a game of cards. They were playing go-fish... Because Niall only knew go-fish…

"Please tell me he is not quoting that book word for word." Groaned Randy quietly.

"If he is, I say we knock him out." Suggested Howard.

"Howard, we aren't going to do that." Said Theresa. "Besides he's—"

"He is nothing." Stated Howard.

"Niall, go get the book please." Said Theresa. Niall put his cards down on the table, a footstool really, and walked over to the bookshelf. As Niall looked for the book, Howard attempted to look at Niall's cards until Theresa put a hand on top of them. "Really?"

"Just look the other way, Fowler."

"I will not."

Niall then returned with the book. Opening to the third chapter, he scanned the chapter and gave an answer. "I-It looks like he is quoting some of them directly but other times he is giving similar statements."

"And it will take him how long to finish the Tashi story?" asked Randy.

"He is only half-way through the second page. It ends at the start of the third page." Replied Niall.

"Then what?" asked Theresa.

"Uh, something about the 1880's." stated Niall.

"This is taking forever." Groaned Howard.

"I'm not complaining." Commented Niall. "Ken's choice of rewording makes it sound like poetry."

"What a way to kiss-up to your mom's half-brother." Remarked Howard.

"I'm not kissing-up." Defended Niall. "Ken's choice of words makes what could have been an otherwise boring web series into something so artistic you could watch it without caring what the subject is."

"I think both of your opinions are an academic matter." Commented Randy.

What was said off-screen went unheard by Ken and those who would watch this. Ken just continued on.

"The twelvemonth was 1889, and if to a seventeen-year-old carrier the anomalous spoor had an apparent clarification, to Major W. A. Waddell, doctor of law, boy of the Linnaean Society, they were far more baffling. When Waddell returned to advancement and wrote…" It continued on that way until Ken was ready to let his guests speak.