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"Helloooooooooooo. Is there anybody out theeeeere?" Bob the Yeti bellowed from the mouth of his cave. Of course, the only reply was the echo of his own voice, which meant everything was just perfect.

 To a non-yeti, being a yeti can seem quite lonely. Dave, his closest neighbor, is all the way over on the next peak, about a half-day hoof from his cave. For the most part, yetis keep to themselves, just how they like—but they do get together for tea every other weekend. And of course, there's the annual Great Gathering where all the mountain spirits assemble to vote for the next Holder of the Big Stick. 

 Bob was born for the job, literally. As was his father Big Bob, and his father's father Big Ol' Bob, and his father's father's father Big Ancient Bob, stretching all the way back to before there were even mountains, in the time of the mythical figure, First Bob. They're all retired now, playing Dominos in the North Pole with the other ex-rangers.

 But, back to the job. You see, Bob, like his forefathers, is kind of like a park ranger. Each mountain has a magical field, and Bob's job is to patrol and maintain it making sure all the wards are secured. All kinds of critters like to help him out because he lugs a big ol vat of syrup with him wherever he goes, and if there's one thing that the critters like—it's maple syrup.

 About this magical field, well, every time you're having fun in the mountains, you're feeling it. It's the reason we're so attracted to these massive piles of rocks. It puts smiles on our faces and makes us want to come back for more. We hear the mountains call, and our hearts respond. Yup, that's aaaaall Bob's work.