A/N: This is a story – written between 1995 and 2004 - that used to be on an old geocities site that became defunct several years ago – I rediscovered it, did some minimal editing, and decided to re-post it onto .
Series/Sequel: Not really. This was inspired by Sushi, Sasquatch...and Sandburg by Shiloh and Beth Manz (part of their Progression series), but not related to their fine story in any way.
Disclaimer: They belong to PetFly - don't sue! Don't sue! All you'll get is a collection of taped television shows, a pile of various comic books, and a cabinet full of an admittedly odd selection of books on a variety of subjects.
The high pitched human-like whistling had been going on for some time now.
It was driving Jim nuts.
The fact that Sandburg seemed able to sleep through it drove him nuts, too.
A well aimed elbow had the anthropologist open bleary eyes. "What?"
"Can't you hear that?"
Head tilted, Blair gave Jim a shrug and nestled back into his sleeping bag. "Relax, Jim. It's just Bigfoot. Go back to sleep."
"Bigfoot? Sandburg, you don't expect me to believe in Bigfoot, do you?"
A soft snore was his reply.
The whistling got louder.
Jim lay back down, listening intently.