I was just a small sasquatch roaming the wooded hills of The Rouge Valley. Two Winding Rivers Flow Parallel To Each Other, Major Metropolis on one side, a light industry town on the other. With the Recent Promotion of the Valley to National Park, more Tourists Came Through. Do to the Twin Rivers a Center portion of land was always available to me.
This is Now A Story About Something Very Different
We need rifles
We don't need bullets
what gives us fear?What is It that Becomes? okay thats the end of my post.