for two years i was afraid. I stayed near my home and I never used my guns because I Didn't want to make a noise. I could not forget the footprint,but i saw and heard nothing more, and slowly i began to feel happier.
one day. a years later. i was over on the west side of the island. from there i could see the other island. and i could also see boat. far out to sea. 'if you have a boat,' i thought,'it's easy to sail across to this island perhaps that explains the footprint-it was a visitor from one of the other island.'
i begun to move more freely around the island again,and built myself a third house. it was a very secret place in cave. 'No wild man will ever fin that,'i sail to myself.