Picture a peaceful village, situated in a mountain valley. A soft covering of snow blankets the ground. It's late, and the activities of the village have come to a close for the day. A few of the windows are still lit with the soft light of fires in the hearth, warming the villagers as they ready for bed. A soft breeze rustles through the pines. Suddenly, the silence is broken by a rhythmic chanting coming from the mountains above. The villagers turn their heads towards the mountains, nonplussed. It is simply that time of the night, the time when the Yeti's mantra rings down the valley. I am the Yeti, and this is my mantra.