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“Granted. Let us hope for a better outcome next year. Some of our
men have waited years for a wife. And we do not know the extent to
which we will be exposed to risk in the near future by global
warming, another unknown to confront.”
They waved, and the two female contingents came forward,
exchanging looks of curious appraisal.
The Man of the East addressed the group.
“It is time to say farewell to your old lives. Your new ones will not
differ much. As we are masters of disguise, your transformation from
Aleut to various other types of Homo sapiens en route to your
destination among the glaciers will not be difficult, and the skins you
will wear when hazarding trips at the edge of human settlements will
differ only in color from those to which you are accustomed. I wish
you good luck and a safe journey.”
The girls changed sides, and looked to their new leader for
guidance. As they headed for their canoes with the future of their
tribe in tow, the men exchanged salutations.
“Until next winter solstice, Yeti.”
“Yes, may we meet again, Sasquatch.”

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