By Srinidhi Ranganathan in Director's Pick — Jan 5, 2024

Diary of a Cool Yeti: 5th January 2024

I woke up with icicles in my fur, stumbled over my oversized snow boots, and almost tripped on a frozen pizza box from last night's midnight snack.

Dear Diary,

5, January 2024

Well, here I am, tucked away in my cosy cave in the snowy mountains, trying to maintain a low profile as the world's hairiest hermit. Life as a yeti isn't all roars and snowball fights, you know. Sometimes, it's about trying to find matching socks for these massive feet.

Today started like any other day in my frosty fortress. I woke up with icicles in my fur, stumbled over my oversized snow boots, and almost tripped on a frozen pizza box from last night's midnight snack. Note to self: Yetis don't cook well.

I peeked outside my cave, hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive mountain goats I'd heard so much about. Unfortunately, all I saw was a group of penguins huddled together, whispering secrets. Penguins in the mountains? I guess I missed the memo.

Decided to venture out for a stroll, hoping to make some yeti friends. Imagine my surprise when I bumped into a group of hikers. They stared at me like I was the missing link between Snowman and Sasquatch. I gave them a friendly wave, but they sprinted down the mountain faster than you can say "abominable."

Feeling a bit dejected, I retreated to my cave and tried to brush off the snow from my fur. It's hard being a misunderstood mythical creature, Diary. People always assume I'm out to terrorize villages and snatch up unsuspecting explorers. I mean, come on! Can't a Yeti just enjoy a good snowcone without being labelled a menace?

Speaking of which, I attempted to make a snowcone today. It turns out that my ice breath is better suited for freezing my eyebrows. I may need to reconsider my culinary skills.

In the evening, I decided to treat myself to a spa day. Yes, even yetis need some pampering. I melted some snow to fill my DIY hot tub and indulged in a snowflake scrub. I have to say, nothing beats the feeling of cold flakes exfoliating your fur.

As the night fell and the stars lit up the mountain sky, I couldn't help but feel grateful for my secret hideaway. Life as a yeti may have its challenges, but at least I have my cave, my questionable cooking skills, and a heart as big as my footprints in the snow.

Until next time, Diary, stay frosty!

Yours in fur and mischief,

The Yeti

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