![]() Spires hits squarely a number of nails here-not least that people wouldn't recognize a Bigfoot right under their collective noses-and her watercolor-and-ink artworks fairly captures the far-north woodlands and the enjoyably kooky characters of her tale. But someone else has appeared to meet that same Bigfoot, and, who knows, maybe there'll be a Littlefoot in a baby carriage. Fascinated, yet harboring the standard run of trepidations when about to meet a potential friend, he dons a minimalist disguise and shows up at the appointed time, only to learn that the Sasquatch is just a guy in costume ("It was all a BIG FAKE"). Larf thinks he is one-of-a-kind, but he reads that another Sasquatch is making an appearance in a nearby town. He lives deep in the northern forest with his pet rabbit, Eric, who is one of the more droll creatures-all deadpan, pop-eyed diminutiveness-to inhabit recent picture books. ![]() ![]() He is a retiring soul-as, evidently, are most Bigfeet. Larf is one of those large, hairy, bipedal, apelike cryptids commonly known to humanoids as Sasquatch or Bigfoot. ![]()
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