The Day Bigfoot Came to Town

I was probably about ten years old at the time, when a carnival type exhibit came to town.  A big tractor trailer rig parked on one of the discount store parking lots and advertised a Bigfoot Exhibit.  I was big on Bigfoot at the time and had to go.  My dad couldn't take me and I was too young to go across town on my own, so Dad got my older brother, Jim to take me.  We paid for tickets and entered the trailer.  It was really neat - they had all sorts of stuff related to Bigfoot.  They had cards next to each thing telling visitors that it was Bigfoot teeth, or Bigfoot hair, or a plaster cast of Bigfoot footprints, pictures of Bigfoot, home movies of Bigfoot, and newspaper clippings about Bigfoot.  But there was one display item that confused me.  Something kind of brownish gray that looked like a pile of dirt.  I understood the first word on the card - Bigfoot.  But it was the second word that confused me - manure. It was a good thing Jim was there because he probably knew what the word meant.  So I turned to him and said, "Hey Jim, what's MAN-ure?" Jim looked around for a second and then headed off to the next exhibit leaving me there next to the pile of MAN-ure.  I realized he must not have heart me, because the trailer was fairly noisy with all the visitors.  So, I tried again, a little louder.  "Hey Jim.  What's MAN-ure?"  I could see that it was still hard for him to hear, because he never even turned around.  He just headed through the truck for the exit.  I tried one more time. "HEY JIM.  WHAT'S MAN-ure?"   I knew I must be loud enough that time because people all over the trailer turned around.  But by the time I got it out, Jim was out the door and down the steps.  I didn't learn what MAN-ure was that day.  But I did learn later what it w