OLAAA SAT UP AND YAWNED. She stretched hairy arms and looked about her little home.
The cave was small, dark and decorated with flowers and leaves of every color. The walls were adorned with crude drawings of tall men with pale hair floating into a massive doughnut with what looked like rays beaming down. The entrance to the cave was covered by bushes and undergrowth and was barely big enough for an adult Bigfoot to squeeze through.
Olaaa sat on her haunches, watching a sleeping Boo from a dark corner of the cave. She slowly rocked back and forth, mewing pathetically.
A shaft of sunlight filtered through the entrance onto her plaything as he lay comfortably on a bed of leaves and grass. He was trussed up with thin vines to prevent him from escaping. A piece of cloth torn from his t-shirt was tied around his mouth to muffle any sounds he made which might attract the other Bigfoot to his whereabouts.
Olaaa looked lovingly at her plaything. If wishes could come true she wished he would reciprocate her love. But such a love between a Bigfoot and a pale one was forbidden.
She sighed woefully then gave a whimper, "Weeeewooooeeee."
Olaaa crept closer to Boo and stroked his fine blond hair. More than anything right then, Olaaa wanted to be blond like her plaything.
"Weeeooooweeeeeooooo."