From atop high peaks, far away, i watch as they strap on silly foot elongation devices and bundle themselves in many layers of extra skin to slide around in my mountains. But i cannot blame, for i love these mountains too. The Wasatch is magic and this place will always be my home. That is why i must always hide, they can never find me. Because if those pale, hairless, thin skinned maniacs ever did get a hold of me who knows what they might do?
I have heard terrible rumors of my brethren elsewhere in their dealings with them and want never to face the same hype or pursuit others face in the forests of Oregon and California. For now i am safe because i do not think they know i am here. At least not most of them.
It is a good thing that they mostly stay near their roads and the chair rides. Some do stray a bit deeper than that, but few come near the remote zones where i dwell. I would like it to stay that way but with this stupid helicopter things are getting difficult.
So i have a plan...
to be cont.
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