In no time there he was; pushing his way through the trees; branches that would hinder a person, he pushed through like they were twigs. The look of concern on Titus’s face quickly gave way to a look of relief as he saw Paris waving and smiling.
Then he saw the Yeti. He stopped in his tracks in disbelief; for so many years he thought he was the last of his kind. After releasing the bear trap, the two Yetis sat together, holding hands and gazing deeply into each other’s eyes.
Paris and Skyla observed from afar; they didn’t want to intrude on this most special of moments. Paris signalled to Skyla to move back towards their camp. They quietly packed up and left the Yetis to get to know each other.
As they left, Paris took one more glance over towards the Yetis. She could see smiles on their faces. At last, she felt she had gone some way to repaying Titus for saving her; he was alone no more.
Now well on their way Skyla remembered they’d left the cornflakes at the campsite. Paris smiled. “Never mind, perhaps it’s time to move on to muesli now, anyway!”
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