Our Bigfoot Family: The Adventures of Mark and Rita: the Beginning

By Richard Sotelo Berlanga

Twelve-year-old Mark Williams has always loved exploring the forest. But while camping with his parents in Washington State, he wanders off and becomes lost. A pack of wolves descends on him, and Mark is sure he wont survive.

Then something amazing happens. A Bigfoot, also known as Sasquatch, rescues him from the wolves and then carries Mark to the safety of his home and Lady Bigfoot. Mark loves the gentle creatures, and he grows quite accustomed to the wilderness lifestyle. Soon, he even begins to think of the two creatures as his surrogate parents.

Mark lets the dream of returning to civilization slip further and further away. He loves living in the woods and loves his new family. But then, eight years later, something unexpected happens. A plane crashes in the forest, and the only survivor is the governors beautiful daughter, Rita. Mark rescues her, and the two soon fall in love.

When a search party finds Mark and Rita, Mark has a difficult choice to make. He doesnt want to leave his Bigfoot mother and father behind, but Ritas father doesnt want his little girl living in the forest, either! Will Mark and Rita be able to stay in the woods, or will they be forced to return to civilization?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Jan 11, 2012
• ISBN: 9781426973499

Richard Sotelo Berlanga

Richard Sotelo Berlanga was born in King City, California, in 1946. He was raised on a ranch in the Santa Clara Valley.

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Contents

Acknowledgement

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Author’s Note

Acknowledgement

I would like to thank my illustrator and editor, Carolyn Erickson, for all her assistance with this project.

Dedication

This book is dedicated to all my grandchildren:

Mason and Julia Mansfield, Tad, Bailey and Hank Bradley, Emily Berlanga, Madison and Taylor Hudgins, Amber Arterbury, Tom, Grant, Haleigh and Alyssa Carter, Matt Pulley, Kyler, Brandon and Taber Long and my great-grand children Tyler and Zayleigh Arterbury.

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Chapter 1

THE SEARCH

What’s that you’re looking at Mr. Talltrees? exclaimed the sheriff impatiently, We’re searching for a lost kid here, we don’t have time to go scrabblin’ around on the ground.

Richard Talltrees did not reply. Squatting down, he carefully pushed aside the bushes to reveal what he had found - something that looked very much like a footprint, only much larger. Sasquatch, he said firmly. Very new markings…

Do you mean Bigfoot? Are you nuts? interrupted Sheriff Johnson. We can’t tell anybody you’re out here lookin’ for stuff like that! Where do you think we are, in Storybook land? With swift movements of his shiny black shoes, the sheriff smoothed out the dust, erasing the print.

Richard Talltrees pulled back and coughed in the cloud of dust raised by the Sheriff’s shoes. That was important, he said glancing up as he struggled to stay calm. We need to do everything we can to find this boy before it gets dark. He’s only twelve, and he can’t last long out there alone.

Yeah, I know Mark and his family, he’s a good kid. We need to find him, and here you are, snorted the Sheriff, messin’ around with fairy tales!

Deciding that his skills as a guide were more important than winning an argument, Richard Talltrees stood up and moved on deeper into the woods, following small clues of broken twigs and marks on the ground. His efforts were soon rewarded.

Here is a piece of cloth caught in a bush, He said.

Let me see! exclaimed the Sheriff, pushing ahead. Using a stick, he pulled the scarf free from the bush. It is a Boy Scout neckerchief, and it has blood on it, he said softly.

Both men looked over the surrounding area. There’s been a struggle here, the Sheriff commented. Now, there are some real tracks for ya, he continued. The area did have many tracks in it; some looked like dog tracks, only larger.

Wolves said Richard Talltrees. This is a hunting ground for them.

I see some tracks that must be the boy’s shoes, the Sheriff said.

I have been seeing those, Richard Talltrees agreed, They come from where we have been. I have been following them, but I do not see where they leave this area.

The wolves must have dragged him off, the Sheriff concluded. Guess there is nothing left for us to follow.

"There are Sasquatch prints also…’ Richard Talltrees said, almost to himself.

Enough with the bigfoot already, said the Sheriff, rolling his eyes. It’s bad enough we have to go tell this kid’s folks that he’s gone, and here you are, telling stories."

Mr. Talltrees made a mental note to himself about the location of the large footprints he had noticed, but decided to say nothing further about them.

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