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"I think I can see it," Ezekiel said.
He was looking through a microscope that Cassandra had gotten out from somewhere to look at a sample that they had collected. It was supposedly from a bigfoot, but they were pretty skeptical. Bigfoot was not exactly known for being in France. Cassandra had thought she saw something odd about it.
"What do you think you see?" she asked.
"It's definitely not synthetic fur," Ezekiel said. "But also doesn't seem natural either."
"That's what I was thinking," Cassandra said. "And there is a tinge of magic to it to."
"So something we need to go investigate more?"
"Absolutely."
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It was a bigfoot. That had somehow managed to make it from the Pacific Northwest to France. And it was not happy about it.
"I feel like I'm in an episode of Scooby-Doo," Ezekiel yelled as they ran from the bigfoot.
"Except this one doesn't have a mask to pull off."
They kept running until they got close enough to the town that the bigfoot quit chasing them. Only to have to stop and breathe.
"Any ideas?" Ezekiel asked.
"Find a way to get it home?"
"Research it is then. Just what I wanted."