Nobody Loves a Bigfoot Like a Bigfoot Babe by Simon Okill

strange box seemed to attract them in some way.
    The dark-haired male with the spotty face started to act in a very peculiar way, sending frightened signals to Olaaa's ears.
    "Oooooh," he laughed. He started to remove his upper covering.
    The female giggled, "That's my boy . . . take it all off."
    Although the words were broken up, Olaaa could understand the gist of what was said, recognizing familiar words spoken by the pale ones. She truly wished she could speak to them. She grinned, showing her big yellow teeth as the pimply male stripped almost to his thruster, revealing a lean chest. She chortled as the male threw the body top into the fire.
    The other pale ones egged him on by clapping and wolf-whistling.
    Olaaa's big eyes widened with delight and arousal at the sight of the dark-haired male's naked and lean upper body. She licked her dark brown lips wantonly with her long, pink tongue.
    "Wooo-wooo wooo-weee," she bleated quietly to herself.
    Beneath her right big foot there was a twig of a tree.
Snap
went the twig beneath her clumsy big foot.
    She looked down at her clumsy big foot and cursed quietly by snorting air nasally, "Ftftftft." The nasal snorting was a general term used by Bigfoot to describe something unpleasant from smells to feelings.
    Olaaa was alarmed to see and hear sounds of distress coming from the pale ones. She thought she might have given herself away. She was desperate for them to stay and not run off.
    The red-haired smaller female pointed in Olaaa's direction and spoke, "Did any of you hear that? Something's out there! Something's moving about over there."
    Olaaa sensed amusement rather than terror from that pale one.
    "It's just old Duane-o up to his usual tricks," the beautiful blond one said. He drank some happy juice.
    Olaaa perked up at hearing Duane's name spoken by her plaything.
    Olaaa's binocular vision allowed her to see the tiny pictures displayed on the strange box held by the plump female. Her chosen mate, the blond male pointed to the heavens in a scary way.
    "I know . . . it's those aliens come to take us. It's my old man you want, not me," he shouted out, laughing.
    Olaaa looked up to see nothing but the stars.
    Olaaa frowned for a moment. Were these pale ones waiting for the bright lights to take them away? If so, they were in the right place.
    Olaaa knew what she should do now, when the pale ones were close by who might get a glimpse of a Bigfoot. She knew she must leave quickly. Hide. But Olaaa sometimes didn't do as she was told to do by her elders. After all, she was still considered a baby by her tribe, but Olaaa was growing up fast and couldn't wait for what wondrous things nature had waiting for her.
    She remained perfectly still. She wanted to stay and watch the teenagers. In fact, she wanted to join in the fun. She warned herself not to tread on anything that might give her presence away.
    Olaaa's blond plaything took a long gulp of happy juice.
    Olaaa licked her lips as her nostrils detected the distinct smell of happy juice. She ached all over to join in their fun, for Olaaa sensed that these pale ones were a lot like her.
    The pubescent Bigfoot cocked her head as the dark-haired female started to shake the picture-box in her hand as if frightened.
    The dark-haired male squealed in terror. "Oooooh, Bigfoot."
    The red-haired female stared right at Olaaa with a terrified look-genuine fear.
    Olaaa wondered if they could see her.
    The pale ones looked expectantly into the pitch-black darkness of the forest.
    Olaaa's chosen one playfully punched the red-haired female in the shoulder as he got up. He wobbled as if he'd had too much happy juice.
    Olaaa's big blue eyes rounded as she looked at the delectably gorgeous, blond pale one. Her heart fluttered then raced wildly.
    She watched him stagger off towards the edge of the clearing and disappear behind the tree out of sight of his friends. But Olaaa could still see him standing at the base of the tree.
    With almost unbearable