29/12/1927
I'm spending the Christmas holiday shooting in the Himalayas. I have been told there is a creature in the mountains. We know little of its nature. It howls in the rocks. We find the occasional footprint in the snow.

30/12/1927
Today I shot one of the creatures dead. Everyone pointed and said "Look, it's a Yeti". They have forgotten the other creatures I shot: the lichen monster with a skeleton of ice, the huge bird made of prayers that flew up out of the Buddhist monastery, the tribe of echoes I bagged in a glacial canyon. Some of the Sherpas even doubted that they existed at all.

.31/12/1927
We return to base camp and add the Yeti to the pile of creatures that won't melt away.I re-load my gun and go looking for the legendary beast which is not yellow but is always the colour of ripe bananas.