Saturday, August 6, 2011

Sasquatch Attack! part II

Clan Valley: Lake Eufaula, Oklahoma
Sasquatch Attack continued…
A quick catch up… Some friends and I, along with our beloved pets, were visiting Mordecai's Sasquatch Ranch for the weekend. To know more, read yesterday's post. J
Gorman, the Sasquatch, shrieked in fury as the water trough slammed down on top of his head. Water drenched his long fur. He looked like a nine-foot drowned rat with giant teeth and claws.
He threw a hissy fit, smashing the water trough to the ground. He stomped on it until it resembled a pancake. He took the pancake and threw it toward the visitors.
In Gorman's defense, I'm sure he was aiming at Chief and Pumpkin.
Gorman took a running leap at the electrified fence. The fence must not have a very high charge, because he clung to it with the tenacity of a blood sucking leech. Hair smoking, he clung to the electrified surface, shrieking at the top of his lungs.

Thankfully, Mordecai arrived before Gorman managed to climb any higher and shot him with a tranquilizer dart, knocking the Sasquatch out.
Mordecai politely suggested I either leave or move to another part of the ranch. He said, Sasquatch remember things. I snorted and said he worried too much. I certainly wasn't worried.
I mean really, Kerry, one of my best friends and her husband, Mick, are vampires. Even if Gorman managed to escape from his pen, they could stop Gorman.
:face palm:
Next time, I'll listen to the old vampire's advice. Please, don't tell Mordecai I'll listen to him. Like most vampires, his ego is already mammoth sized.
It was nearly 3:00 AM when I heard a soft scratching sound at my window. I knew it was three in the morning, because the red numbers glowing on my ceiling said so. I hate being woke-up by weird noises. It's usually a chirping cricket or a buzzing morag stuck in the window screen. That drives me nuts.
I stumbled out of bed and lifted the window, before looking out. Yes, I know, how dumb was that, but I never thought about. Honest, I didn't!
I came face to face with Gorman. His eyes glowed green and he shrieked at me. That dual tone scream that announces a Sasquatch is on the hunt.
Death looked me in the face and shrieked, sending shards of icy terror through my chest.
Oh yeah, I didn't know I could move that fast. I flew away from that window.
I scrambled backward, screeching at the top of my lungs. Chief's barking mingled with my blood curdling screams and Gorman's shrieks.
Gorman plowed through the flimsy screen, ignoring Chief and came straight at me.
Thank goodness for Kerry and Mick. They came running into my bedroom and attacked Gorman.
Two full grown - very angry - vampires were way more than Gorman planned on. He squealed like a stuck pig and dashed out the window. Actually, he took the entire window frame and part of the wall with him.
All is well that ends well. No one got hurt and Mordecai moved Gorman to his ranch in New Mexico. Believe it or not, Mordecai said we were still welcome at the ranch.
Until next time - Jodie B. Cooper


  1. Thank you so much for visiting me at Hands and Home! Can I just say how much fun I am having catching up on your posts!

    Bonnie @ HandsAndHome

  2. Hi Bonnie,

    You're very welcome. I enjoyed your site.

    I'm so glad you're having fun reading the posts! They are fun to write, but hearing how much someone enjoys them makes it even better. :)


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