Chapter 3: The Yeti's Lament

As they careened down the mountain, the wind whipping their faces and the snow crunching beneath the wheelbarrow's metal wheel, Finnley and Ryder felt alive. They had just had a close call with the yeti, but they were determined to reach the bottom of the mountain in one piece. "Whoa, look out!" Ryder shouted, as they approached a particularly steep slope. Finnley whooped with excitement, "Hold on to your seat, bro! This is going to be a wild ride!" The wheelbarrow picked up speed, and they flew down the mountain, their laughter echoing off the peaks. But as they rounded a bend, Finnley suddenly stopped grinning. "Ryder, do you hear that?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. Ryder listened, and his expression changed from excitement to alarm. "Hear what?" he replied, but before he could finish, the sound grew louder. It was a long, drawn-out wail, like the sound of a mournful cry. "Oooo-ooo-ooo-oo..." The sound seemed to come from behind them, and it sent shivers down their spines. Finnley and Ryder exchanged a nervous glance. "What's that?" Finnley asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Ryder shook his head. "I don't know, but I think we should find out." As they continued down the mountain, the wail grew louder and more insistent. It was as if someone - or something - was crying behind them. Suddenly, Finnley pointed over his shoulder. "Look!" Ryder turned to see a figure in the distance, running towards them with a look of despair on its face. It was the yeti, its shaggy fur blowing in the wind as it pounded the snow with its massive feet. "Oh no," Finnley said, his voice filled with compassion. "I think it's following us." Ryder's expression softened. "I think you're right, Finn. And I think it's crying." The yeti's wail grew louder, more heartbreaking. It was as if it didn't want to be left behind. Finnley and Ryder exchanged a look, and without saying a word, they knew what they had to do. They slowed down the wheelbarrow, and then came to a stop. The yeti caught up to them, its eyes red from crying. It looked up at them with a pleading expression, as if to say, "Please don't leave me behind." Finnley and Ryder looked at each other, and then back at the yeti. They nodded in unison, and Finnley said, "Let's give it a ride." Ryder grinned. "Why not? We've got a wheelbarrow to spare." The yeti's face lit up with joy, and it climbed into the wheelbarrow behind them. As they continued down the mountain, the three of them careened through the snow, laughing and crying together. The yeti's wail had turned into a happy whoop, and Finnley and Ryder knew that this was an adventure they would never forget.