Big Foot

It paid no respect, would

not do as we said, just

kept jumping around, as if

beans worked its head. It

was only a toy, but

it thought it was real, and

was acting as though it

could think, grow and feel. We

didn’t quite know what

its next move would be if

we told it to go, so

we asked it for tea. Now it

sits down for meals, though

we know it can’t eat, but

I guess we’re quite fond of

the thing with big feet.


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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

22 thoughts on “Big Foot”

  1. Reblogged this on nobodysreadingme and commented:
    I don’t often reblog, because I fret that people I don’t reblog will think I’m ignoring them. That’s not the case, honestly.
    I found this back in November, and have returned to it time after time when I need cheering up. I find it totally charming and very very funny.
    Thanks Julia. And thanks Big Foot

      1. Arf!
        Always fun jousting with you. And my mate in the library really loved Snailbeach Tails. I know she told you this, but third party compliments always carry some weight.

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