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our heavier supplies in his backpack. Mine held the lighter items, although it was packed just as full. He ambled along as if he tromped through a light snowstorm in rocky high terrain every morning for exercise and relaxation. I wasn't nearly so graceful or enduring.
    "Remind me again why I'm here?" I huffed out the question while trying to climb over a particularly rocky patch, one that I had slipped on once already only to land square on my backside. One benefit of a dozen layers of clothing, my bottom wasn't injured although my teeth jolted from the abrupt landing.
    "Food supply."
    "Oh, yeah. How could I forget?" A low rumbling began in my belly. "Do cannibals get gas?" I panted out between gasps for air in the high altitude climate.
    Cannibal paused long enough to yell over his shoulder. "Why in the hell are you asking me that?"
    I pulled myself another step upward before answering. "Well, I think those energy bars you fed us may have had extra fiber. I'm beginning to feel kinda bloated. Anyway, it would make me feel a whole lot better if you tooted first, you see. Ladies don't pass gas, at least not in front of their boss. But if you did it first, we can blame it all on you and avoid soiling my untarnished image."
    He snorted and kept moving. I took that for an affirmative on my plan. Now, I just had to convince my body to hold out until his fiber bars kicked in.
    Two hours later, we climbed snail-ishly slow up another large hill. The full moon helped greatly, allowing me to see shadowy shapes in the woods, most of the terrain, but nothing in great detail. The rest relied on feel and being literally dragged along by the big old cranky one.
    Cannibal had more control over his gas passage innards than anyone in the rest of the world. I wasn't near so lucky. Luckily, he didn't say anything, I felt better, and I decided if he so much as mentioned my human fault of granola bar-induced stinkage, I'd blame everything on him. After all, he's the one who fed them to me.
    I had argued for a light as we started this hair-raising trail. Even one of those miner's hard hats with the bulb up front would work great for me. After all, no sane person would climb these mountains in the dark. Come to think of it, we already established the lack of sanity a while back. My suggestion met with firm resistance, something about a light shining on the packed white snow and ice-covered rocks to the point of glare. At least his reasoning explained why we traveled at night instead of the bright daylight. With the sun beating down on the pristine white snow, I'd need sunglasses too. Sure, I could nicely make out gross shapes from the light produced by the moon on the snow, but the black ice on the dark-colored rocks gave me fits. He assured me his eyes did just fine in these stark conditions, and with additional illumination on top of the snow blindness, he couldn't see well enough to ensure we didn't fall, along with the threat of alerting any enemies to our exact position.
    What enemies? We were looking for the abom… abom… the big white snow monster in the middle of nowhere. I didn't believe much lived out here, definitely no humans in their right mind. Any critters that came along, I could always toss a bland energy bar to. That left the Yeti. If he happened to find us first, that was a plus, right? Instead, I followed along blindly, considering ways I could pay the Enforcer back for this little adventure.
    Grabbing for purchase on a particularly sheer-faced rock, my hand landed on an odd feeling handhold. All I knew was that this rock, although quite hard, had a certain Charmin squeezability to it. I didn't wonder much more as I grabbed on tight and started to pull myself up the bulging and extra-large ten foot tall rock.
    "If you don't get your hand off my ass right now, I'm going to…"
    "ACK!" I squealed, realizing for the first time what my hand attached to. Hastily releasing, my fingers dug for purchase in the real stone, only to slip