Every day I hear my kin’s
anguished cries as they are devoured without mercy. It happens every morning without fail and all
I can do is hide in my den and cower. I
weep every day for the lost souls of my family that disappear daily.
I have tried to caution my
people to stop the foolish practice that gets them killed. No one will listen to me. “It is our tradition and nothing will change
that. This is the way of life.” But it doesn’t have to be. Why am I the only
one to see that?
Every day I go out into the
open air to see the world and get what I need, I just do it earlier than anyone
else. Yes, I have to go to bed earlier
to rise that early, but I am pretty sure my life is worth it.
There is one foe in
particular that is becoming aware of my habits, and I will have to keep a close
watch on him. I won’t say that it doesn’t give me pleasure to thwart him. As the most intelligent one around here,
outwitting the enemy gives me great pleasure.
It is the only good thing about this situation.
The world is a mad place,
and it’s vicious. I’m only doing what I can to survive.
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If you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all. (That means you, Darrell.)