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" I saw a Yeti !" he exclaimed , out of breath . " I am one of the only people who has ever made contact with a Yeti ! I touched it !"
" Percy ," I said . " The Mayor is in a bad state . You are the stronger and must help him back to the camp ! I will go after our noble yak !"
Percy agreed , and I dashed off into the snow . I must admit I was quite partial to that yak who bore my luxury up such a treacherous mountain path just so I might be comfortable ! I almost immediately lost sight of the boys when I turned around a bend , but I could see the Yeti continuing to trudge down the mountainside with the yak on his back .
The beast took a sharp turn around a jagged rock . After what must have been two minutes , I caught up to that location , only to glimpse the faintest haze of his figure further off through the gathering snow .
Across the enormous mountain pass I saw the sun break through the clouds . The light cascaded across the opposite mountainside , and a massive cave was revealed . It looked quite the height of Big Ben three times over , darkness at its center er . Then the light changed and poured into that dark chasm . I could not then comprehend what I saw ; it still seems to me a trick of the light . There was an elaborate civilization nestled therein . I saw pillars , fires glowing in windows , staircases carved into the rock , and it seemed to me I saw figures of white moving about .
The light was once again obstructed by the clouds and snow , and I could barely make out the cavern then .
At that moment I saw the Yeti leaping across from one jagged rock on our side to another jagged rock just jutting out of the other side . It was a leap no human could make , and as the Yeti turned one last time to look at me , the snow gathered in the wind and obfuscated my
view of him completely .
I wanted to follow . I wanted to discover whether the Yeti of Tibet was a part of a technologically advanced civilization . Then I looked back towards the corner I had turned . I knew that always around that bend my friend would be waiting . If I were to enter this strange new world , this strange new adventure , only the unknown would await me !
I knew then that I wanted to marry Percy Longville . I would rather go on the adventure of being in love , and being loved , than risk my life for any more monsters . My reckless impulsivity needed to be set in second place if I were to allow someone to be a part of my life . I might not have had the most eloquent of words for it , but love
sounded a thousand times more appealing
than being torn apart by Yetis . In every long journey , there comes a time when you are ready to go home . You know you ' ve changed a little as a person , hopefully for the better . I knew this in that moment . I managed to thrash my way
back through the snow and to the camp before the gathering storm caught up with me . " Did you see where it went ? What happened ?" the men asked . " No . Nothing ," I replied . I had lost my nerve for adventure , and I had lost the most noble yak who ever lived . Sometimes I imagine that the Yetis revere that noble beast , sitting him on a golden throne and feeding him the most delicious grasses in their palace in the mountainside . That is how I like to remember him .
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