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You’re in the woods. It’s quiet. Smells nice. Is that pine? There’s snow all around you, soft flakes float to the earth and catch in your hair. Through the trees you spy a shadow. Short and round and very hairy. It’s sipping hot chocolate. It’s as startled to see you here as you are to see it.

You haven’t run.

It shrugs and motions you to follow. You do so only because of the prospect of sharing that delicious hot chocolate you’re smelling. Deeper and deeper into the woods, the crackle of snow beneath your boots the only sound. You follow it to a camp. It’s cozy and warm. It wraps you in a blanket by the fire and hands you a cup of that beverage you’ve craved. Then it settles down across from you and opens a crate. Imaginings and fantasies, dreams and quandaries tumble out. It sits back, hands on its knees, and expectantly looks at you, asking:

What’ll you fancy?

Welcome!

Is the Strange Yeti you? Is it me? Is it all of us? Or is it just a yeti sitting out in the woods with a cup of chocolate and a box of ideas?