18-PEEKABOO! I'M A YETI, WHAT ARE YOU？

PEEKABOO! I'M A YETI, WHAT ARE YOU? I ran to catch up with the group. "The ye-yeti! I saw the yeti!" I stammered. "I SAW ITS SHADOW IN THE FOG, Then it disappeared." Thea shook her head. "How come you're the only one to see it?" she grumbled. She took her camera and slapped it into my paw. "Here you are! Next time take a picture!" she yelled. "I ABSOLUTELY NEED SOME HOT STUFF FOR THE PAPER. I need a scoop. I can't go back empty-pawed!"

Trap was singing again: "This yeti seems a bit cuckoo, He's into playing peekaboo. Only Geronimo can see him, But no one will believe him, Because he lies with such ease, He's even seen a flying cheese!" I pretended not to hear him. The more ANGRY I got, the more Trap enjoyed it. Trap jumped from one rock to the next, MAKING FACES at me. "Peekaboo... peekaboo... I'm a yeti, what are you?" Once again, I pretended not to hear. Disappointed, Trap gave up. Benjamin winked at me. "Good idea, Uncle Geronimo," he whispered. "Maybe if

you ignore him, he'll stop pulling your paw." Just then, Ratfur appeared at my side. "Ummm, what did the shadow look like? How tall was it?" he asked. I described it as best I could. He seemed to be lost In thought. Soon he was jabbering away with his Sherpa friends. "Yeti... YETI...!" I heard them murmuring. We stopped to camp for the night. The sun had already set. What mysteries lurked in the darkness? I tried to work things out logically. Why did the YETI appear only to me? Was there a reason? I had a sudden thought. I had to find the yeti. If I found it, I would also find Professor von Volt.

Just then, I heard a shout. "Uhhh-uuuuuuuuuuuuh!!!" Ratfur and his friends turned PALE. "Yeti... yeti..." they murmured. Thea sprinted off in search off the mysterious shouter. I grabbed the camera Thea had given me. "Wait for me here," I told Benjamin. "Don't leave the camp, no matter what!" I took a deep breath. I was scared out of my wits. But I had to go. I had to find my friend. With a shiver, I scampered into the darkness. iohlik. "Professor von Volt, I'M ON MY WAY!" I called.