70 pages, full color cover, 6"x9"
Black and white illustrations.
EXCERPT FROM THE LITTLE RED CAR AND BIGFOOT
The road was now empty for long stretches. He dare not fly even if it would allow him to cover more distance faster. He didn’t want anyone to see him flying. Often in his dreams other people flapped as he did, so it would not have been anything out of the ordinary.
But in this tail, or was it tale?─he hadn’t seen one person flapping his arms.
He simply didn’t want to appear “different” and so he trudged along, very slowly. His shadow stretched long behind him. The solid shadows of the pointy pines and tall firs darkened the road, cooling the air.
When would he ever get back to where the little red car had tumbled into the canyon?
At long dream-time last, he rounded a corner and there in front of him was an excited mob of people.
“What’s going on?” Beau asked a little girl appearing to be about seven and dressed all in pink.
“Bears playing with a wrecked car,” she answered, after she’d pulled with a loud pop from her mouth, a shiny red sucker.
“Bears, huh?” he said to one older man looking through binoculars.
“I don’t think so. They look more like Bigfoot. And I’m thinking I’ll get my rifle and shoot one of ‘em. It’ll be proof they exist once and for all. With all these people, I’d have plenty of help in getting the body back up here.”