I was shoveling the snow one cold winter day, whan all of a sudden the Yeti got me again. He lifted me in the air with his nbig fury hand and it roared a mighty roar at the sky.

"Help me!" I cried as the Yeti galloped towards Black Mountain. Black Mountain was the tallest mountain around for over 100 miles. No one would hear my cries for help. The beast shot up the mountain at a startling pace. Snow that once fell calmly now whipped around us. Soon we got to a cave. It went deep into the side of the mountain. The cave itself, was a remnant of the old abandonded gold mine. We entered the cave and it was dark. At the end of the cave was a light source. We got closer and I could tell there was a door.

"Hey!" I said. "I remember this."

Then the yeto threw me into the rock wall. I blacked out. The next thing I knew, I found myself in a bright pink dress. There was a mirrior across the room. I looked at my reflection. A blonde woman looked back. What happended to me?

Suddenly, the Yeti walked in. It wore glasses and a green swearter vest though it had no pants.

"Call me Fred," It said.

I was mortified.

"You gave me red lipstick!"

"So?" asked Fred.

"Well, you were supposed to give me pink lipstick."

"I ate it," Fred said with a sheepish grin.

"You ate it?"

Fred walked over to the chair where I sat. He pulled up a chair of his own and he tried to sit on it.

It broke into many pieces with a loud smash. Undettered, Fred got on his knees.

"Kiss me Princess!" Fred leaned in for what could only be described as 'disgusting'.

"Get away from me you big oaf, you tried this last time and it didn't work."

"C'mon, just one smooch, please."

"No!" I yelled getting up as I ran away.

Fred who is much quicker than I, sprang up and chased me. He slipped twice and face planted. That gave me  the time I needed to run into his kitchen and get a pan. And yes, this Yeti has a kitchen. I gave one practice swing and then I bolted into the same room I began in. The yeti was getting up. I ran over and hit him.

He yowled in pain. I ran upstairs.

"I'll get you for that!" I heard him yell.

He started to roar so loudly that he shook the walls. I got to the attic and found some rope. I made a lasso and then I waited.

A few moments later, the Yeti came up. 

"Where are you?" he bellowed.

"Right here!" I yelled back, lassoing him.

"Arrgh!" he yelled as I tighted it.

I put him in an old wooden washtub. I dragged him to the top of the mountain and said,

"Be sure to tell the others."

"But I'm exiled." said Fred.

I narrowed my eyes and raised the pan.

"Do it." I said.

"I will." Fred sighed.

And with that I shoved Fred and his tub down the mountain towards Carson City. Two minutes later, all the Yetis in town gathered at the bottom of the mountain. I pulled out my RPG and killed them all dead. The end.

Scott put down the papers. 

"So, what do you think Brian."

"Well it was good but, it was sloppy at the end. Also, 'killed them all dead' really? What kind of sentence is that? " Brain asked.

"Ok, geez Dr. Phil."

"How am I Dr. Phil?"

"Cause you're finding fault with anything and everything."

"But still, how does that make me Dr. Phil."

"Well, it doesn't, so just be quiet. I waqs trying to prove that you are a tough judge."

"Tough? I'm pointing out the things that make of break a story."

"Yeah? well, I bet if someone else wrote this you would love so much!"

Brian threw his hand in the air.

"Here we go again. You're convinced that if someone else wrote the story, it would make me love it. Well, It's not true. I would only read your work any way. In fact, I do. I only read what you write."

"You read school stuff."

"Yeah I don't want to repeat 2nd grade."

"Oh, yeah."

The two boys stared of into the distance.

"If I make another story are you going to rip it apart?" asked Scott.

"I won't, unless it has llamas," Brian said, "I hate llamas."