Like someone invading my personal space, the forest leaned in. I wanted to back away, but everywhere I turned more trees towered and twigs and bushes grabbed at my sandals and pulled my hair. Even the wet smell, like a rotten sponge left on the kitchen counter clutched at me.
"What would you do with a Bigfoot?" I tried to say it like it was no big deal, but my voice squeaked and told the truth. Tattle tale.
Quinn's muddy brown eyes narrowed. His rosy cheeks puffed out. Then he laughed one musical note like the blast of a trumpet. A warning.
"No one CATCHES a Bigfoot, dummy."