Yetti Boys

By Daniel Forbes

A unique coming of age story with two boys from the Yetti family who grow up on a low tech world with a loving family, and a young woman who grows up with the wonders science, and wants for nothing. There are things of legend discovered that change everyone's out look on life and the galaxy. This story displays a great contrast between light and dark, hate and love. The girl is charged with hunting the Yetti family to further her families goals. The Yetti's discover a wondrous opportunity that can change the face of the galaxy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Daniel Forbes
• Release date: Mar 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463099834

Daniel Forbes

Daniel is a desert rat living in a ghost town cause ghosts are better company. He collects crafts, preferably ones that a becoming rare. Writing and his various crafts are the way he deals with life. He is married to a wonderful woman who is both his illustrator and inspiration. A quote from Daniel "Peanut butter chocolate chips cookies rule."

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Yetti Boys

Book One

Thanks

Thank you to my wonderful wife, with out her support none of this would have happened. Love you.

Colby for the late night talks and jumping down rabbit holes.

Rita for finding the mistakes I couldn't.

To my Raspberry Pi, for being the one computer that never failed me.

Spencer, I wish life had been different, and that I could share my adventures, and imagination with

you. I love you. Keep up the good grades in school.

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The second book will be coming. There will also be books of other tales from the Yettiverse coming soon.

Chapter 1

Merick Yetti and John Fehr Jenkins shared a loft bedroom in the small family cabin and were both wrapped up in fluffy warm homemade woolen blankets. Both ten-year-old boys snored, it was a slight snore that almost seemed to be heavy breathing. Outside the sun began to rise over the mountains, and cast its warm rays through a small multicolored stained glass window. There was no particular pattern or design to this window. Merick and John had laid out the pieces when they were but toddlers, and Father had put it all together with a little disorganized, and inexperienced help from his boys. Slowly this ray of sunlight now green from the tinted glass crept along a pillow until it passed over John's sleepily closed eyes.

John's eyes fluttered, as the warm light reached through his eyelids, causing an ache to start in his eyes and spread to the back of his skull. One eye squinted open and the ray of sunlight hammered into his eye, it felt as if a spike had been driven into his brain. This sweet little ray of sunshine caused a series of events that most humans hate, mostly children, teenagers, and lazy people. The light hurt his eyes, and the pain tore his mind from a most pleasant dream. This made him feel grumpy, and the grumpiness caused him to thoughtlessly roll over and smack his brother, while mumbling, Get up we have chores to do.

Nothing but a murmur escaped from Merick's barely moving lips as a reply to his brother's prodding. Then, much to John's relief, the ray of sunlight had moved on and no longer bounced around in his eyes. Quicker than he had awoken John was fast asleep, and his wonderful dream had continued where it had previously ended.

But unknown to the sleeping boys, this ray of sunlight had an evil plan to wake them from their dreaming. Slowly as the sun moved so did it's ray. It crept across the bed and silently made it's way to Merick's face, and began knocking on the little boy's eyelids. In a futile attempt to remain asleep Merick lifted a hand to his face in an attempt to shade his eyes from the rays of the cruel sun. Much to his disappointment, this little movement woke him up even more. This cute little devious ray of sunshine sensing that his work was done moved on continuing its slow journey across the bed.

Merick reached out with his arm and gently nudged his brother's ribs. We have to get up. He grumbled.

John did not even move, instead he mumbled an incoherent reply just as his brother did when he tried to wake him.

Then magic happened. Scents drifted into the loft from the kitchen below. Frying bacon, muffins baking, pancakes sizzling in butter, and finally the sweet scent of warming honey butter. All these exquisite odors wafted into the noses of the sleeping boys. The smells seemed as ghostly tendrils that invaded the boys' dreams. The delectable scents wrapped themselves seductively around the boys' unconscious minds, and pulled their unconsciousness to the edge of their noses. With their minds waking, sounds crept into their ears, and soon they both began to stir.

An angelic voice rang forth from the kitchen and reverberated around the boys' minds. Breakfast. Their Mother's voice sang.

So finally the light, the smells, and the sounds did their work. Merick moaned and sighed as he sat up, his face covered with grogginess, and his eyes with crusty eye boogers. Next to him, John rolled over with a moan and tried to push himself up with a grunt, but collapsed back onto the bed.

I don't wanna get up, John whined.

Your birthday breakfast is ready boys. Go get washed up and come and eat. Mother's angelic voice sang from below in the kitchen.

Merick and John were born on the same day ten years ago, to different mothers, and for as long as they could remember they had been best friends. When they were both toddlers Merick's parents had adopted John, because both his parents had died in a pirate raid. Neither of the boys had a memory of the raid that killed John's parents, but they did have many more experiences with raids over the last seven years.

Mother's words were strong enough to excite the boys and get them moving quickly. Before Merick could even move John had jumped up and was moving towards the ladder. Everything was a competition between the boys. Merick accepted the unspoken challenge to a race, grabbed the corners of a blanket. Then with the battle cry BACON! he sprinted to the edge of the loft and lept. With the blanket billowing out like a parachute, he crashed onto the polished wooden top of the kitchen table. The table had recently been rebuilt as this was a weekly occurrence. The table took the impact with only a groan.

Get off the table this instant! Mother scolded, just as Father walked into the cabin.

Just because you built the table strong enough to jump on doesn't mean you are allowed to jump on it. Now go get washed and do your chores before I eat your bacon. Father scolded in a serious voice while holding the front door open.

Like a pair of wild animals, the boys bolted out the door and into the farmyard. Before them, was a barn many times larger than the cabin they called home. Beside the barn was a small steam engine the boys had built last year to help with the heavy lifting, cutting and splitting firewood, and also to provide large amounts of hot water for bathing. The boys had managed to make some money for themselves with this engine. Neighboring farms would bring wood over to cut and split and let the boys keep some. They had also built a large hot bath that people would travel miles to use in the winter. Over the last winter, the boys had tripled the families woodpile, added to the food in the root cellar, started a small goat herd, increased the hay bale supply, and even acquired a couple of foals. This summers plans are to build a more permanent stone tub for bathing that can hold twenty people. As if the bath wasn't enough, farmers in the area were going to get together and help the boys build a sawmill that was going to be for everyone to use. This was going to save everyone a multi-day trip to town just to get lumber, so everyone wanted to pitch in and help.

This mornings chores began with feeding the chickens. Now, these were not the same chickens that were native to Earth. These chickens had been introduced to this planet and had evolved over the last eight hundred years. The chickens had grown to just over ten kilograms, and to hide from the predators on this planet they had developed feathers that changed with the seasons. The eggs were massive and able to feed a couple of people at a time. They were also very vigilant without being overly aggressive, so they make the most wonderful animals to watch over the farm.

The boys had a unique way of feeding the animals on the farm. To make the chores more entertaining for his sons, Father had built a trebuchet, on a rotating platform. In the morning Father would throw round targets into each pasture, and the goal for the boys was to hit each target with the different foods for each animal. If they managed to do that then they would get extra bacon with their breakfast. If they missed, then Mother got the bacon. There was no longer much nagging to get chores done in the morning as the boys were eager to get some extra bacon.

This mornings first shot was into the chicken pasture. Merick had gathered a metal bucket and filled it with grain. John had rotated the trebuchet's platform to line it up with the target in the chicken pasture and winched the artillery's arm into position. Merick hefted the large bucket into the sling and said. Sling is ready.

This particular shot was not an easy one, because there was no lid on the bucket and if not done just right the grain would scatter all over the barnyard. HEADS UP! John yelled as he yanked the trigger lever, and sent the battered metal bucket sailing through the air, with grain rattling inside.

Nervous looks crept across the young artillery men's faces. They were always worried about this shot because half the time the grains explodes out of the bucket and scattered all over the place. Breathlessly they watch the bucket arc through the air and remain full until it smashed upon the ground with an ear-splitting metallic scream and scattered grains over a three-meter area. Then like voracious miniature dinosaurs the chickens sprinted into the pasture. They tore into the ground pecking at the grains like predators devouring a carcass. The boys jumped and cheered with the bucket's impact because it landed right in the middle of the target. After having missed this shot all week they were so excited and began dancing around the yard cheering.

Goats, pigs, and cattle all were fed by trebuchet this morning and bales of food all landed on every target placed by Father. All the animals on the farm had become used to being fed in this manner and when the boys yelled Heads up! all the animals would emerge, look for the target in the fields and then wait for the food to land before rushing to devour it. Mother and Father loved this feeding technique because the boys were eager every morning to do their chores and it had the bonus of helping them to start the day on a happy note, so they were not as whiny in the morning. Most fun of all was when it came time to feed the dogs. Just watching the boys and dogs one could not tell who was having more fun. The dogs loved the chase, the meal, and playing with the boys every morning. Every morning the boys cheered on the dogs, they laughed, hooted and hollered and would end up rolling in the dirt with the dogs, and then come to breakfast dirty.

This morning was no different. Sure as the rising sun, the boys came in and sat at the table covered in dust. Get back outside and wash up. Mother squawked.

Yes, Mother. The boys giggled and ran back outside.

While the boys were out washing Father crossed the barnyard, and said. Better hurry up smells like the bacon is done. It is truly amazing how well the promise of bacon could motivate boys in the morning.

Still dripping and trying to dry off with towels the boys ran into the house just in time to see Lizzy walk in. Lizzy was their older sister, she had just finished bathing, and was wrapping her hair in a towel to let it dry as she ate.

Mother was placing food on the table. There were bowls of boiled eggs, plates of muffins, stacks of pancakes, a jar of honey butter, and slices of fruit. Then the most coveted, a large plate of bacon. Because today was their birthday, and having landed every shot of food on target, they were going to get a pile of bacon on their plates much bigger than usual. Young boys could not sit calm and contain their excitement as well as adults, so there was no such thing as sitting still at the table. Instead, there was squirming, wiggling, and picking a the slivers on the table edge. This was still not enough to contain the excitement, and they began thumping the table chanting. Bacon! Bacon! Bacon! There was a second reason for the chanting, it drove their sister crazy.

We get it, you like bacon. Lizzy sighed.

The boys did not have much time to respond to Lizzy, because Father walked into the house. They knew as soon as he sat down they could eat. Both boys watched Father walk around the kitchen to the sink, hang his jacket on a hook, then carefully wash his hands. The moments ticked by and the boys almost looked as if they were going to explode with anticipation. Honey would you sit down, so the boy's heads don't pop. I really don't want to clean that mess up. Mother said.

Father laughed as he looked at the boys. I can see what you mean. he sat down at the end of the table, reached out to the bacon and grasped a single piece.

Then like ravenous animals the boys dove into the food. Utensils had no place in this