The Tale of Bigfoot’s Big Adventure

Hi kids! Welcome back to the Ghosty twist podcast!

It’s me, Jason, your friendly neighborhood ghost, and I’m so excited for today’s episode. You know, every day, I wander around the library, looking for books to read and twist into new stories for you. But today, something amazing happened.

I was floating around the children’s section of the library, looking for my next twistable tale, when I saw it—a big, black bear! Yup, you heard me right—a bear, right by the counter! But don’t worry, it’s not a real bear—it’s actually a puppet. Pretty cool, huh? I think it’s still hanging around. Next time you’re at the library, why not ask the staff in the children’s section about it? Maybe they’ll even let you see it up close!"

And that got me thinking… What’s a more Canadian sight than a bear in a library? Suddenly, a shiny new idea popped into my ghostly mind: why not twist a very Canadian tale? So today, we’re diving into a story about forests, maple syrup, and one very special Bigfoot.

Ready? Let’s go!

The Tale of Bigfoot’s Big Adventure

Once upon a time, deep in the forests of British Columbia, there lived a Sasquatch named Bernie. Unlike what people think, Bernie wasn’t scary. In fact, he was super shy.

Every time someone spotted him, he’d scream and run away. (Yes, he was the one screaming.) He’d yell: “Ahhh! A human! They’re terrifying!”

Bernie’s favorite thing to do was make maple syrup. Yep, you heard that right—he wasn’t chasing campers or leaving giant footprints for fun. He was just collecting sap from trees.

But Bernie had a problem. His syrup-making business wasn’t doing well. Why? Because no one believed in him! Humans would find his syrup bottles in the forest, but they’d say: “Oh, this must be a prank.”

One day, Bernie decided he needed help. He went to his best friend, Beatrice the Beaver.

“Bea,” he said, “I want people to know about my syrup, but they’re too scared of me!”

Bea smirked. “Well, maybe if you didn’t run away screaming, they wouldn’t be so scared.”

“Easy for you to say,” Bernie replied. “You’re adorable. I’m… well, huge and hairy.”

“True,” said Bea. “But I have an idea. Let’s host a pancake breakfast in the forest! Humans love free food.”

The next day, Bernie and Bea got to work. Bea built tables and chairs out of logs, while Bernie made stacks of pancakes taller than himself. He even wrote a sign: “FREE PANCAKES—NO HUMANS WILL BE EATEN.”

But the first humans to arrive were cautious.

“Is this a trap?” one of them whispered.

“Nope!” Bernie called out nervously from behind a tree. “Just pancakes. And syrup. Please don’t scream?”

The humans looked at each other, shrugged, and sat down. When they took their first bite, their eyes widened.

“This syrup is amazing! Where did you get it?”

“I made it,” Bernie said, stepping out slowly.

The humans gasped, but no one ran away.

“You made this? Are you… Bigfoot?”

“Um, yeah,” Bernie replied. “But you can call me Bernie. And yes, I’m real. And no, I don’t eat humans. That’s gross.”

Soon, word spread about Bernie’s pancake breakfasts. People came from all over Canada to try his syrup. He even got invited to a cooking show.

But on the day of the show, Bernie panicked. He didn’t want to leave the forest.

“What if they laugh at me? What if they scream? What if they ask me to wear shoes?!”

Bea rolled her eyes. “Bernie, listen. You’re not just a Sasquatch. You’re the Sasquatch who makes the best syrup in Canada. You’ve got this!”

And she was right. Bernie became a star. He opened a syrup shop called Bigfoot’s Big Flavors and even launched a line of pancake mix.

But no matter how famous he got, Bernie always made time to return to the forest for his pancake breakfasts with Beatrice.

So, kids, the next time you see a bottle of maple syrup, look closely at the label. If it says Bigfoot’s Big Flavors, you’ll know it’s Bernie’s. And if you’re ever in the forests of British Columbia, keep an eye out—you might just find Bernie and Bea hosting a pancake breakfast.

That’s all for today! Let me know what story you want me to twist next. Maybe I’ll even add a ghostly touch. Visit Ghostytwist.com to find magic recorder. Leave me a message, and your voice might even be featured in my next episode!

Thanks for listening, kids. Until next time, keep your stories spooky and your twists twisted. Byeee!