For his birthday I gave a young relative a really neat book about the Abominable Snowman, aka the Yeti, aka Big Foot.
I have since regretted the purchase.
"Tilda," he announced the other day, "You're a Sasquatch!"
I was taken aback and protested that I'm not hairy, I don't climb trees, and my feet are size 7-1/2 (38 European).
So? he objected. I could still be a female Yeti. The key point, he said, is that "you live out there in the country!"
I turned to his father, but he was no help at all. In fact, giving a portentous nod, he turned to the page that had a map of sightings in North America and pointed, with a flourish, to the Sasquatch icon located RIGHT OVER UNIONVILLE.
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