I think a lot about an episode of Finding Bigfoot where they played whale noises because they said a curious Bigfoot might come check it out and they were just out in god knows where The Woods Blvd. And they were like “these whale noises can be heard for a couple'a miles”
And I was just losing my mind thinking about the many times I’ve camped alone in the woods and how if I were just sitting around the campfire and through the usual din of coyotes and crickets I heard the slow and steady and distinct rise of whale calls
I’d go absolutely apeshit NOTHING would be scarier
New Cryptid: Forest Whales.
Not enough fish in the sea anymore, whales and dolphins re-evolved legs and got back on land and now frolick through the woods of the PNW terrorzing campers and occasionally giving rides to Bigfoots.
More of a story really, but I hope it brings you happiness. When I moved into my tiny one bedroom apartment in my little crappy building I learned the couple above me had a 5:30 am alarm. It had a vibrate function that travelled through the floor. For the first while it was good because they shut it off right away and I got back to sleep. Then one morning it was going off for fifteen minutes straight and kept me up. I went up there and asked them if they could disable it, and they thankfully did. The phone had fell and they didn’t look for it for a little while. A big squinting-but-looks-like-a-glare redhead woken out of dead sleep is a… Not so agreeable looking individual.
After I got home from work that day I made something (I think it was brownies) and gave them some with an apology for being tired and short with them. Turns out they’re pretty cool.
Next time we spoke I went up and asked for sugar - coming from a farm it wasn’t unusual to ask for ingredients if you were short a small amount. So they gave me some, I got to baking and brought them up some of the cookies I made.
After that it became a common thing; I baked too much, I brought them something. Come the new year one of them caught me in the hall and thanked me. It turns out they’d had a hard December and were really grateful for the food I was showing up with out of the blue. A little kindness is worth making too much baked goods.