Chapter One

The smell of coffee wakes him up as it does every morning. He isn't sure how she does it because he considers himself a morning person, too. Crandacela wakes up every morning before the sun rises, and prepares breakfast for the entire family. Usually nothing special, just coffee for her and he, eggs and toast for the kids. Although he doesn't say it too often, Big Foot, as the tribe refers to him, thinks about how much his family means to him every morning.

After a quick shower and scrubbing of the fangs, he heads down stairs to enjoy the morning with his wife. Unfortunately, his cubs don't wake up till after he leaves. Big Foot has a serious job with major responsibilities. He must defend his Sasquatchian brethren of Gigantopithecus, and all existence for that matter, from the feared Shadow People. His special skills and understanding of the game have made him the top special agent in the Gigantopithecus Bureau of Investigation.

"Good morning Crandy," Big Foot says with a kiss.

"Hey, good morning Tim. I made you the Yeti blend of coffee that you like so much."

"It's about time. I figured I had complained enough.

"Crandy, have you seen today's paper? I heard Paul Clark is going to be in it talking about the concern over the stock market," Grumbling, "or his understanding of it, at least."

Crandacela has always hated that grumble. It is Tim's way of declaring who he thinks are idiots.

"I haven't picked it up yet. Your Dodo eggs are about done. Why don't you go out and get it, and by the time you get back in here, you'll have a plate full of cheesy Dodo.

"And speaking about Paul, all you do is get hot and bothered when you read something that jerk-off says. You taught that boy everything that made him successful. His change in personality shouldn't concern you."

Tim used stock market trading as a cover for his secret identity. He really enjoyed his cover because it gave him the opportunity to provide his family with great gifts on special occasions. He could easily buy a bigger house in a better neighborhood if he choose to, but Tim thought it better to keep a low profile for now.

Tim got up to get the paper when the phone rang. This phone was the emergency phone. Tim had never heard it ring before. His heart started to race as he headed towards the phone stand.

As he answered the phone, Tim got cut off by a familiar voice.

"What can I do for you Mister President?"