" It was a perfect day for bird watching..." says the first tourist who does not wish to be identified. "Clear blue skies, not a cloud in sight. Lots of great bird activity to observe. That is when it happened."
" I know it sounds crazy..." interrupts the second tourist sheepishly, "but we saw a strange furry creature levitating up and down from tree to tree." With some prompting the first gentleman continues. " Thank goodness I had my camera out and ready. I was photographing the elusive bluebirds that were nesting in a cluster of pine trees. I snapped one picture of the monster and we got out of there as fast as we could. It tried to follow us. It was speaking a strange cackling language. I think he was weak--looking for squirrels in the trees. He had a foul odor about him--like boiled underpants."
Skeptics have rejected the incident claiming a set-up with a stuffed toy, or a Jim Henson Muppet. But one resident of a nearby town, Guinness the Irish Wolfhound, has bravely stepped forward to confirm the creature's exsistence.Looking bored, the large Irish Wolfhound rolls his eyes. "Oh, him...yeah. I recognize the picture all right...nevermind about that idiot..he's gone past his "best before" date. He is home safe now and won't be bothering with the NORTH MOUNTAIN anytime soon."
What ever you choose to believe one thing is for certain: The strange goings-on of the NORTH MOUNTAIN will feed fable and legend for years to come... and two unknown birdwatchers will never visit the area again.