3/8
Years past: 234
For some reason, we had huge snowstorm today. While the mudokkons are nice and warm with some blankets they received from a few natives, me and the other ones around here are shivering with no place to get warm. It's taking so long for the sligs to get us warmth. If at least 10 of our steef die before the sligs get here with warmth, I'll kill them for all I care.
The snow won't stop. It's as though it's Big Face's fault. I thought he had done this, but Broken Shadow said that he didn't. 'He is not the one that controls the weather.' Broken Shadow had said.
I'm not goanna talk about that. It makes me colder everytime I mention the snowstorm and the warmth that the mudokkons have. I also wasn't goanna focus on the pregnant mudokkon, either. I was able to steel only a few blankets from the mudokkon tribe. I didn't keep any to myself. I gave one to the cheif and gave a few to my friends. The others are begging me to steel more, but I wouldn't. If I stole too much, the mudokkons would get suspicious, and then figure out what I was doing and before I know it, I'd be roasting on a pike over an open fire.
It'll take me a while to write in here again. I don't want my hands to freeze off, because they are one of the most important things I have. So long for now.
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