They call me migou, yeti, abominable, monster. I none of those. I only kill yak for food, not for fun. I prefer twigs and berries. Yak and other animals only when I can no find other food.

More than food I want friends. Or friend. It no matter. I want friend. I lonely, because I last of my kind. Sometimes I take little human so it can give me company. But it always run away when it can. Scared. Like all other humans. It give me no chance to show I no want to hurt it but to give it love. It not fair.

This last human I no kidnap but save. Little human hurt from crash in human bird thing. I came from cave home after I hear it crying for other humans. But no others talk to it. Then little human cry and walk away before it go to sleep again. I pick it up and take it to cave to keep it away from cold snow.

When human wake up, it wake up scared. Like all other humans. But it not run away, and not because it can no run. I feel so sad for it, not for me. It cold, weak, lonely. Like me. We like together should stay together I think.

I want to help it. Little human should not die if I could help it. I give it food, shelter, warmth. When it very cold in human cover I hug it with my warm hairy body. I feel warm and happy in chest when it take what I can give for it. Little human getting stronger and happier by day. I getting happier by day. I feel good. I feel the more that I prove to it how good I really am that it will stay when it can run. A friend forever, I dream.