Dave hikes on a starry night.
Once upon a time, in the heart of the Pacific Northwest, lived a lonely Sasquatch named Dave. Dave was a gentle giant, with shaggy fur that glimmered softly under the moonlight. While he roamed the dense forests and craggy hills, he often felt an ache of solitude deep within him, especially on nights when the stars blanketed the sky.
One such evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Dave found himself restless. He watched the fireflies dance around him but felt an overwhelming sense of boredom. With a sigh that rumbled like distant thunder, he decided to embark on an adventure.
“Tonight, I’ll hike Mount Scott!” he declared, the excitement echoing through the trees. The mountain, a majestic sentinel in the landscape, was known for its breathtaking views and tranquil solitude. Dave set off, his massive feet crunching softly on the forest floor.
As he climbed higher, the air grew crisp and fresh, filled with the scent of pine. The stars began to twinkle overhead, like tiny diamonds scattered across a vast black velvet curtain. Each step up the trail revealed more beauty, with the moon casting a silvery glow on the path.
When Dave finally reached the summit, he was awestruck. The view was breathtaking—the valley below sprawled out like a sprawling emerald quilt, dotted with shimmering lakes that reflected the starlit sky. Dave settled onto a flat rock, his heart swelling with wonder.
As he gazed up at the cosmos, something caught his eye. A shooting star streaked across the sky, leaving a trail of shimmering light in its wake. Dave closed his eyes and made a wish. “I wish for a friend to share these moments with.”
Just then, he heard a rustling in the bushes nearby. Dave turned to see a curious little fox peeking out, its bright eyes reflecting the starlight. The fox, sensing no danger, stepped closer. “Hello, big fella! What brings you up here on such a lovely night?” it chirped.
Dave smiled, his heart lifting. “I’m just enjoying the stars. It gets lonely in the woods sometimes.”
The fox sat down, its bushy tail curling around its paws. “I know how that feels. I often roam these hills alone, too. Mind if I keep you company?”
From that moment on, the two became fast friends. They shared stories under the stars—Dave told tales of his adventures in the forest, while the fox recounted its escapades, from outsmarting owls to discovering hidden trails. Laughter echoed in the stillness of the night, the bond between them growing stronger with every shared secret.
As dawn approached, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, Sam realized that he wasn’t lonely anymore. He had found a friend, and the world felt a little less vast and a lot more vibrant. Together, they watched the sunrise, the beauty of the moment reflecting in their eyes.
From that night on, Dave and the fox met at the summit of Mount Scott whenever the stars shone brightly. The Sasquatch had discovered that friendship was the light that could illuminate even the loneliest of nights, and he felt, for the first time, truly at home.
