Something came moving out from behind the rocks. It walked on two legs, like a human, but it was bigger. Hairy.
Look! Said Ernst. What is that?
A Monster! Shoot it!
They were on an expedition sent out by Heinrich Himmler himself. High up in the Himalayas they were looking for signs of early aryan civilization, proof of the superiority of the race. It was summer, but still freezing. Today a cold wind had risen. They were up at almost seven thousand meters. It seemed a bit silly to be looking for the rests of civilization up here, but if it was what Himmler wanted, it was what Himmler wanted. And they better not get back empty handed. He had a disgust for failure.
They were going in between some rocks to find shelter, when they saw the creature.
The wind made it hard to see. It came out from the rocks. Moving strangely. It was no human. A monster. They shot it. The sound of the gun echoed between the walls.
They went slowly closer to have a look. It was lying on the ground. It’s chest was red of blood. It had stopped pumping.
It looks like a bear. Said Ernst. Quite a blond bear, but still. A bear.
Nein. Said Bruno. It’s an abscheuliche Schneemensch. A horrible, dangerous Yeti.
It definitively looks like a bear, said Ernst.
No! An abominable snowman, that’s what it is. No doubt about it. Der Fuhrer will be very happy.
It’s bear, Bruno. Look at it’s face. It’s a bear’s face.
Bruno stood looking at the bear for a while with his rifle in his hand. He lifted the rifle a bit. It went off in the animal’s face. The face splintered, blood, flesh and bone flew. The face was now a big hole.
The two men were quiet for a while, looking at the bear. Bruno looked at Ernst. Then back at the bear.
Definitively an abominable snowman, he said. Let’s bring it home.
Ernst said nothing. Anything would be better than coming home empty handed.