The Magic and Secrets of Bigfoot

Bigfoot tore the last of the meat from a deer leg and enjoyed the seared meat. He always kept his wood stick fire small so he could eliminate it quickly. Oh my, humans again. Big foot morphed into a tree.

"Mommy, can we camp here?" A little boy could be heard close by.

"I think we should stay near the toilets and water, don't you Bill?' mother said to her husband.

"OK chicken lady, let's set up the tent." Bill said, secretly feeling insecure about camping himself. He remembered his older parents often saying they would pray for the family's protection.

The boy and his parents needed the great outdoors. Little Oliver's parents decided that city life was crushing their souls. They were sure that embracing nature would revive them.

Bigfoot watched as little Oliver searched for frogs and chased butterflies. He could smell the little human. It was pure and pleasant to him although not in the sense of food. He could smell his heart and innocence. The adult humans smelled a little stale as if they were once as fresh.

Bigfoot morphed again, this time into a caterpillar on a leaf near Oliver. It was illuminated by a sunbeam. Oliver immediately allowed the fuzzy worm to roam his little fingers before gently replacing it onto the leaf.

Nightfall arrived. "Critters" of all sorts were hunting, building homes and socializing.

Bigfoot now spying as a blade of grass, thought it strange how the adult humans fell silent and still but not the boy.

Oliver crawled out from between his parents and left the tent. The ground was wet and soft from an earlier rain. The barefoot child dressed in pajamas wondered past a picnic table to the woods edge. He could see the tent shrouding his sleeping parents and the faint glow of a night light inside. He listened to the sounds of the night. He could see the shiny stars through tree tops. Oliver pulled fresh air into his lungs. This atmosphere made him think about how much he wanted to "be good" somehow.

Bigfoot returned to his legendary state leaving his footprint in the moist soil just outside of the sleeping parent’s tent. He crept into the woods keeping silent so as not to frighten the little human.

Oliver saw a large snarling cat poised to attack him! He ran for the tent as the determined cat pounced and chased after him. All of the sudden Bigfoot swatted his mighty hand upon the side of the cat rolling it off into a briar patch.

The boy tripped and fell into the imprint of a huge apelike foot and was knocked into a daze. He could faintly see tree limbs being sucked into the woods before losing consciousness.

"Bill!" his panicked mother yelled out from inside the tent. “Where is Oliver!”

Bill shifted as the morning light and her voice alerted him to wake up.

His father Bill flew open the tent door and discovered the unharmed boy nestled inside the evidence of the legendary Bigfoot.

Title: The Magic and Secrets of Bigfoot

Genre: Children's stories

Age range: 7-11

Word count: 523

Author name: Della

Why good fit: Great campfire story with kids

Hook: Early suspense

Synopsis: Family goes camping, boy saved by mystical creature from the dangers of the night while learning that a "monster" can have a heart.

Target audiance: Bedtime story or library story for kids.

Della's Bio: Raised all over country (military brat), great parents, nursing school after HS, two kids, one long and two short marriages, grown kids, single.

Platform: I do not use Facebook any longer, no website; I have limited knowledge of technical computer things. I'm well known at work and I think very liked and respected.

I am looking for an agent who will represent me.

Education: Associate of Science and tons of required continuing ed.

Real Estate, history of voice and dance lessons, karate, gun safety, art.

Experience: Self published "Some of Life's Kettle Corn." I have material for a more "Adult", "Some of Life's Trail Mix." I've written several eulogies, a song for a hospital, retirement letters for hospital, a published "Letter to the Editor," hospital policy and procedures, job descriptions. One You Tube video (it got taken down--my adult kids pressured me). Modeling in past. Lead singer of HS garage band, Transmission.

Personality: Fun loving, intelligent. I sometimes leave people wondering if I'm really stupid or too smart for my own good. I'm a charge nurse in a psychiatric facility.

I love to laugh and have a tendency towards beer.

Writing Style: I admire Mark Twain's style. I am simplistic but like to try out new words. I forever make improvements and have learned to love editors. With no formal education in poetry, I love to write it as well.

Likes/Hobbies: Swimming, my cats, writing, yard work, politics.

Hometown: Texas