Are You Sure You Have the Right Number? - Sneaky Sasquatch, Book 1

Monday

I wake up in a small, wooden cabin in a bed that's too small for me. I'm pretty hungry, and I can't really remember any of my relatives, but I don't know why. The closest I get to what I think is a relative is a duck who lives on a small island with a little top hat, but I have no idea who he is.

I open the door to a raccoon standing there, and I can assure you that I have no idea who he is. So why would he be standing in front of my door? He begins to say, "Hello, Sasquatch." He then shows me an array of three backpacks; one red, one green, and one blue. He continues, "Which one would you like? You'll need it out here."

I snatch the red one out of his hands. Now that I'm thinking about it, I could've just said that I wanted the red one, but I can't undo that now. The raccoon says, "We should get some food from the campground." I'm starving, so I nod. I run along the path towards the campground, but a ranger stops me in my tracks.

The ranger says, "You know you're not supposed to be in there. You'll scare away all of the campers! Stay out of trouble." He runs back into the campground. The raccoon scoffs, "Don't worry about that guy. We just have to be sneaky." We rush into the campground.

At the first site, there's nobody there, but there is a cooler with two hot dogs and a bottle of ketchup. I grab them out, but as I'm about to eat it, the raccoon says, "You could eat that right now, but that would be uncivilized." He leads me to a bench to eat it there. I'm just about full, so we leave. As we're about to go back to the cabin though, the ranger is asleep on the tree stump.

The raccoon says, "You've got some gigantic footsteps, so you'll have to tiptoe to avoid getting caught by the ranger." We tiptoe past him, and he's still snoring. We're near the door, and the raccoon says, "It's starting to get dark out, so you'd better get some sleep. I don't want to have to drag you home every night, but I will, for a price." 

He runs back to a tree and goes through the door. I enter my small cabin again, which only has a photo of a snowy mountain on the wall, a furnace, and the bed. I hop into bed, still thinking about that duck living on a small island with a top hat, trying to think about who he is, but I'm so tired that I fall asleep.