Wendigo Page #5

consume you with its | ferocious appetite.

Appetite?

The Wendigo is hungry-- | always hungry.

And its hunger | is never satisfied.

The more it eats, | the bigger it gets.

And the bigger it gets,

the hungrier it gets.

And we are hopeless | in the face of it.

We are devoured.

Is the Wendigo bad?

Nothing between | the earth and sky is bad.

But there are spirits

that should be feared.

'Cause why?

Because there are spirits

that are angry.

Angry?

Do you believe me?

I guess.

Go ahead and take it.

Nobody believes | in spirits anymore.

Doesn't mean | they're not there.

He who hears | the cry of the Wendigo

is never the same again.

Miles?

Miles, let's go.

Come on.

Whoa, whoa. | You've got to be careful in here.

What have you got?

The man gave it to me.

What man?

Behind the counter back there.

Excuse me.

My son said the man up there | gave him this little figure.

- Is that okay? | - What's he got?

That's... $5.

$5? Come on, Miles, | who said you could have that?

The Indian guy | behind the counter back there.

Is that possible | someone gave it to him?

Nobody works here but me.

Nobody's been in here | but me.

Oh, okay. | Come on, Miles.

Let's give it back.

He's kind of cool. | Will you take $3?

Four.

Okay.

You just blew | our budget, Miles.

There was a guy, mom.

- He gave it to me. | - What kind of a guy?

Hey, Dad.

- What? | - Later.

Come on.

- Mom? | - Yeah?

Didn't you see | the man?

I didn't see him. | Doesn't mean he wasn't there,

but you shouldn't | make stuff up that isn't true.

He was there.

I believe you, sweetie.

If it's true.

Mom.

Wendigo.

It can grow as tall | as the trees

and still it aches | with hunger.

The Wendigo is hungry--

always hungry.

And it's hunger | is never satisfied.

The more it eats, | the bigger it gets.

And the bigger it gets, | the hungrier it gets.

And we are hopeless

in the face of it.

We are devoured.

It can fly at you like a sudden storm, | without warning,

from nowhere...

and devour you--

consume you

with its ferocious appetite.

There are spirits | that should be feared...

because there are spirits

that are angry.

- Jesus. | - What?

I can't take this guy.

Seriously, he's like Boo Radley | the way he's always around.

George, Boo Radley | was a good guy.

Right, Miles?

Did you realize how close | we are to those guys?

Those are some | nice neighbors to have.

George, shush.

Look, Dad.

Look what I got from the man | at the thrift store.

- It's magic. | - That's cool.

Why don't you go show that guy | to your transformers?

They're not transformers.

What? What?

You got to show | more interest.

Last week it was transformers. | What can I say?

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