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Benny made his way, down the river
and over the road and around the bushes, back to the funny little town of Concrete,
full of noble ideas and a desire to be just like Ralph. Somewhere in the back
of his mind, he also had the idea that he needed to find a girl as glorious as
Ramona, if such a creature existed.
Benny was, indeed, on the lookout.
Concrete is an odd little place. The biggest thing there are some huge concrete tanks, and some bits and pieces of concrete buildings left over from what must have been the first and only industry out there. Actual ruins in the northwestern American forested lands.
It’s remote enough that a person wonders how the town’s inhabitants make a living.
Anyhow, Benny returned to Concrete and Rasar Park a changed Squatch, on a mission.
He had been entrusted with the guardianship of the park, especially, and the town too, by the king himself, Ralph, who knew a likely subject when he saw one.
Somehow minding the park and looking for the glamorous girl of his people got combined in his mind. A noble mission was born.
How Benny did his new job was mostly by walking around the park looking for things that he could correct. Since most of the excitement in the past was caused by himself and he had been reformed, it was pretty boring. All the trash cans stayed put. Birds and small beasts minded their own business. The park visitors did all the normal stuff. They ate picnics. The went to the river and dabbled in the water. They took nature walks on the grounds, expressing admiration for the loveliness of it all. Sigh. Yawn. Poor Benny.
So, he casually strolled the streets of the town. That was boring too. Cars parked normally. No one vandalizing the town restroom. Not a Canadian goose to shoo away even. No one seemed alarmed to see him. They’d all seen him before, pranking them. Most of the approximately 800 people in town if they actually saw Benny would just roll their eyes and get back to their own business.
He needed some heroic action. What good is a hero with nothing to fix? A hero like that can get to thinking about pranks, just to liven things up a little bit. I think even that Greek guy must have felt the same.
What he really in his heart of hearts wanted to do was to rescue a beautiful Sasquatch damsel in some sort of distress and cause her to fall in love with himself. It was a big order. Very few Sasquatch damsels find themselves in peril these days.
He paced the river bank deep in thought. He walked perimeter in the parking lot.
Love was on his mind.
Benny was so distracted that he let the air out of two tires on a big champagne colored Tahoe. But he didn’t feel much better. He had thought it might help.
He went back down to the riverbank. He gazed out over the surface of the running water.
Now, it is true that almost all Squatches love swimming. Benny was proof of that, and rivers and salt water are full of edible treats. So, it wasn’t surprising to him to see a head in the water way out in the middle of the stream. Hm. He hadn’t known anyone else was about. He kept watching. The head went down and came back up three or four times. Then he heard a voice call out. It was the person out in the river, and she was not happy. It was a feminine voice. One of his own people! No human swimmer.
Benny dove in. He swam powerfully for the very middle of the Skagit River in all its power and depth. Currents pulled at him, but he swam on, sighting over the waves and ripples to keep an eye on the head out there.
At last he saw her quite near. She was young. She was crying. Perhaps the currents was too strong for a young female. Perhaps she had a terrible leg cramp. In any case she was in trouble.
“Let me hold you and do the swimming,” Benny said to her.
She nodded, and he put a big long arm around her, so he had to swim one armed, but he did it with a lot of kicking, and he brought her to the river’s bank. He led her up to a nice dry log and helped her sit. She sat there shivering and dripping.
She was covered in reddish fur, a bit brighter than most Forest People’s fur coat. Her eyes were green too. She was just a young thing, but not a child and she was beautiful!
She looked at Benny like he was the most wonderful thing she had ever beheld, as he stood there dripping and panting from the big effort. She looked at him like she would never look away for the rest of her life.
And that is how Benny met Lily Guloff, a damsel in distress.
Benny was, indeed, on the lookout.
Concrete is an odd little place. The biggest thing there are some huge concrete tanks, and some bits and pieces of concrete buildings left over from what must have been the first and only industry out there. Actual ruins in the northwestern American forested lands.
It’s remote enough that a person wonders how the town’s inhabitants make a living.
Anyhow, Benny returned to Concrete and Rasar Park a changed Squatch, on a mission.
He had been entrusted with the guardianship of the park, especially, and the town too, by the king himself, Ralph, who knew a likely subject when he saw one.
Somehow minding the park and looking for the glamorous girl of his people got combined in his mind. A noble mission was born.
How Benny did his new job was mostly by walking around the park looking for things that he could correct. Since most of the excitement in the past was caused by himself and he had been reformed, it was pretty boring. All the trash cans stayed put. Birds and small beasts minded their own business. The park visitors did all the normal stuff. They ate picnics. The went to the river and dabbled in the water. They took nature walks on the grounds, expressing admiration for the loveliness of it all. Sigh. Yawn. Poor Benny.
So, he casually strolled the streets of the town. That was boring too. Cars parked normally. No one vandalizing the town restroom. Not a Canadian goose to shoo away even. No one seemed alarmed to see him. They’d all seen him before, pranking them. Most of the approximately 800 people in town if they actually saw Benny would just roll their eyes and get back to their own business.
He needed some heroic action. What good is a hero with nothing to fix? A hero like that can get to thinking about pranks, just to liven things up a little bit. I think even that Greek guy must have felt the same.
What he really in his heart of hearts wanted to do was to rescue a beautiful Sasquatch damsel in some sort of distress and cause her to fall in love with himself. It was a big order. Very few Sasquatch damsels find themselves in peril these days.
He paced the river bank deep in thought. He walked perimeter in the parking lot.
Love was on his mind.
Benny was so distracted that he let the air out of two tires on a big champagne colored Tahoe. But he didn’t feel much better. He had thought it might help.
He went back down to the riverbank. He gazed out over the surface of the running water.
Now, it is true that almost all Squatches love swimming. Benny was proof of that, and rivers and salt water are full of edible treats. So, it wasn’t surprising to him to see a head in the water way out in the middle of the stream. Hm. He hadn’t known anyone else was about. He kept watching. The head went down and came back up three or four times. Then he heard a voice call out. It was the person out in the river, and she was not happy. It was a feminine voice. One of his own people! No human swimmer.
Benny dove in. He swam powerfully for the very middle of the Skagit River in all its power and depth. Currents pulled at him, but he swam on, sighting over the waves and ripples to keep an eye on the head out there.
At last he saw her quite near. She was young. She was crying. Perhaps the currents was too strong for a young female. Perhaps she had a terrible leg cramp. In any case she was in trouble.
“Let me hold you and do the swimming,” Benny said to her.
She nodded, and he put a big long arm around her, so he had to swim one armed, but he did it with a lot of kicking, and he brought her to the river’s bank. He led her up to a nice dry log and helped her sit. She sat there shivering and dripping.
She was covered in reddish fur, a bit brighter than most Forest People’s fur coat. Her eyes were green too. She was just a young thing, but not a child and she was beautiful!
She looked at Benny like he was the most wonderful thing she had ever beheld, as he stood there dripping and panting from the big effort. She looked at him like she would never look away for the rest of her life.
And that is how Benny met Lily Guloff, a damsel in distress.
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