About fifty yards away, in the center of a small clearing, was the legendary Sam Squatch himself. He was picking at some bushes for berries, with his back turned to Robert and James. The pair of them were still as statues, and deathly silent.
Very slowly, Robert raised his tranquilizer gun and took aim. Steadying his hands and holding his breath, he pulled the trigger,.
The dart struck Sam Squatch in the shoulder, startling him. He pulled it out and stared at it, before looking around for where it came from. For a brief instant, Robert thought he could see them, before the darts effects took hold, and Sam Squatch collapsed to the ground in a deep sleep.
"We got him!" Exclaimed James in disbelief. They approached Sam Squatch and bound his wrists and ankles. "I wonder what grade he is?" Said Robert. He gave Sam a lick on the face and found that he was...
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