The Tale Of The Scary Monster Called A Bigfoot And How He Chased Little Addie Down The Snowy Mountain To The Mall

     Once upon a time there was a mountain.  On that mountain lived two people or rather two beings:  one, a Scary Monster called a Bigfoot, large and hairy with big feet (you might have guessed that) and the other a little tiny girl with nothing better to do all day than smile at people and her name was Addie.  You might have guessed which I like the best:  yes, it was Addie.  She was kind and you might think that was all she cared about, but she liked going to the mall.
     One particular day, the sun was shining brightly, and to signify that we would have a harp play a few notes, as the snowflakes drifted down in the sunlight onto the mountain.  Addie, represented by the piccolo, was just getting ready to go out for the day.  She uttered a little prayer, that God Almighty would help her
be safe and do her best.  Then she threw on her coat, hat and scarf and started off skiing down the mountain to the mall.
     She had just got started when you know who, the Bigfoot, happened to look out of his window on the mountain above her, and to the sound of the trombones, went into a rage.  How dare she go shopping!  How dare she go out and have fun!  he raged.  He set off down the mountain after her, trombones roaring, and the drums beating, stomp, stomp, stomp.
     Addie, who fortunately had quite good hearing, heard all the commotion and turned around to see the snow flying around the enraged Bigfoot, just metres behind her.
     I prayed for safety!  What's going on?  she wondered.  The piccolos sounded alarmed.
     Just then an avalanche happened behind her and she skied swiftly away, only to fall in a lake!  What would she do now?  Help me, Heavenly Father, she prayed fervently and little woodland creatures came to get her out, represented by triangles playing.
     Thank you, said Addie and hastened away before the Bigfoot could reach her.  She got as far as the mall and was sharing smiles with people there, especially those who didn't have the dough to enjoy Christmas as much as they would have liked, (dough is money in this context), when the Bigfoot landed in his helicopter on the roof of the mall.
     Oh, help!  cried Addie.  He's going to get me!  she said.
     Fortunately the security guards, with the sound of the trumpets and tuba, came running and told the Bigfoot that landing on the roof of the mall to get little girls was definitely not cricket and to go away and bake Christmas cookies instead and at the very least, stay out of trouble.
     The Bigfoot was disappointed, but he liked cookies, and hadn't thought of anything as fun as that.  So he flew home and the trombones played happily as he baked his cookies.
     Addie did all her Christmas shopping and walked home with her skis, up the mountain and had a very merry Christmas.