Monday, December 10, 2012

Poor Piercey

I  still cannot believe Piercey is dead. And why?  He was a gentle soul.  I cannot imagine anyone wanting to kill him.  It is sad.  I much preferred Piercey to Braegar who is boorish, rash and unkind.  Three cities ago when a few scruffy dongs wandered into camp looking for some food,  Braegar kicked  a few of them telling them "to get their own food" It was unnecessary and cruel.   His advances are becoming bolder and more frequent too.  He even tried to prevent me from leaving my tent one night but somehow he was called away at just the right moment.

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