THE CRYPTID MENAGERIE, Part III
There were three other exhibits here, two behind glass. The first one behind glass held a pair of white shapes, hiding in a cave of Ice. Harsh wind blew past it. The shapes were shaggy, the fur almost a foot in length. Sanderson motioned to another Guard to do something; he did. He went over, flashed a few lights, and woke up the sleeping animals. The biggest one was eight feet tall, not as bulky as the Sasquatch were. The head came to a sharper point at the top, and the face of the bigger one had a beard. The foreheads had no slope over the eyes on either of them, unlike with the Sasquatch . The other - the female - was six feet, and it held in its arms a small, nursing infant. “Holy Hell,” Alva said. “They look almost human.” Indeed they did. In their dark faces he saw a sort of humanlike understanding, some measure of sympathy. Like in a Baby Chimpanzee’s eyes. Not a man, but close. From deeper in the fake cave, a smaller shape walked forward on unst...