Approximately 21 years ago a large, long thought to be extinct Tibetan yeti, and a most beautiful Peruvian princess found each other in a wooded glen, and having decided (after serval 5ths of jack daniels) that each was what the other desired more than all other things. They threw caution to the wind, and consummated a one night relationship with the hoots and howl of passion so exuberant that the trees shook, the caribou stampeded, and the woodchucks touched themselves. Like all great tragic love stories the affair was short-lived. It happened that the earth did in fact move. The tremors caused surrounding mountains to lay upon the valley, the burden that had so long been carried by them. Vast amounts of snow covered the unwary lovers, squelching their fiery passion, thrusting clouds of steam into the atmosphere that resulted in a rain that lasted for 9 months. On November 22, 1981 8:34am a baby was born. The clouds parted, and the sun shone bright. It was the 1st day of autumn and the dawn of a new age. They called him Rob.
