Befriending the Yeti

Upon the highest cliff of Mt. Everest, there lived a lama. Upon this cliff the lama was able to see all of the world, from the north pole to the south. He spent his days upon the high cliff, praying for the many people who lived below him, praying for their peace and salvation. He was a generous and compassionate lama, whose prayers were wrought with kind words, and hopeful optimism for the human race. On one particularly moonlit night, as the lama was praying, he was visited by the Yeti who also lived upon the mountain. The Yeti, whose intention had been to kill and eat the lama, was taken aback by the naievete of the holy man.
“I’m not sure that you’re kind is worth praying for.”, said the Yeti. “For all the years I have lived upon this mountain, and believe me lama, I have lived here a great deal of years, all I have witnessed is the hate and devastation that your people impart upon each other.”
“I do not doubt your ageful wisdom, yeti”, replied the lama, “but for all your years of observing our kind, tasting our flesh between your teeth, have you ever stopped long enough to get to know a human?”
The Yeti thought long and hard, but eventually shook his head.
“Then may I offer you insights upon which you may make a more informed opinion of us, beast?”, the lama asked confidently.
“If that is truly the way you wish to spend your last moments on the mountain and on this earth than the least I could do is listen.” the Yeti said as he licked his lips.
As the lama began to speak of the human condition, the Yeti’s appetite for the man began to fade. As the lama spoke of faith and hope, the Yeti became a friend, and as days passed, and the lama spoke of love, the Yeti had absolved himself of all past opinions of mankind.
“How foolish I was”, the Yeti said to the lama, “to judge only with my eyes.”
As the years went on, the Yeti continued to visit the lama, and speak and pray together. As the lama got older, the Yeti brought him food and drink, and carried out the tasks which the brittle bones of the holy man could no longer perform. One day there was a terrible avalanche, and the Yeti did not come to visit the weathered lama. Days passed, and the lama began to worry for his friend. Wit the onset of starvation and the fear that something terrible had happened to the beast, the lama set out to look for him. Traveling down to the base of the mountain, the lama came upon the end of the snow shook loose by the avalanche. Sitting atop it was the skull of his friend, the Yeti. The lama took the skull and carried it all the way back up to his home atop the highest point on the mountain. There, he rested the skull of his fallen friend, so that he may forever watch over and protect the people of the world he had grown to love so much.