Day 589:
One of those murderers shot me! I climbed up the high hills to the south to figure out how to lure the cows off before I got hit with one, and instead, I got shot!
The bolt pierced my leather jerkin, but only just… it looks like I need to start wearing the diamond-studded stuff when I go out to do chores until I’m sure these jerks are gone.
They are, in a word, annoying.
Okay, the more accurate word would be deadly, but if I let myself get wrapped up in the fear of the situation then I’m as good as dead. As Twylia put it in the great holiday tradition, Hogfather, don’t get afraid, get angry.
And I am angry. This was a really good jerkin! And there’s no way for me to patch a hole this big, much less get the blood out.