Like someone invading my personal space, the forest leaned in. I wanted to back away, but everywhere I turned more trees towered, more twigs and bushes grabbed at my sandals and pulled my hair. Even the smell, dirty and moldy like a rag left on the kitchen counter too long, clutched at me.
"What would you do with a Bigfoot?" I wanted to sound like I didn't care, but my voice came out all squeaky and forced.
His deep brown eyes narrowed. His rosy cheeks puffed out. Then he laughed. A short, powerful note like the blow of a trumpet.
"No one CATCHES a Bigfoot, dummy."