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Day 728:

Usually when I fish this part of the river, I get very few salmon and a lot of crappies. Today and yesterday were both all about the salmon. Do we have seasons? Is it salmon spawning season? Who knows?

It was not boot spawning season today, though I did snag a large sheet of leather.

Looking at my supplies, I think I’d better see if I can mine some more diamonds before I make my way back to that mountain. That is truly a mountain of rock, and it’s going to take something a bit stronger than iron ore to make a good map of the area and clear a path around the space.

So I’m packing up for the deep tonight to see what I can find. I’ve been aboveground for a long time, so this feels good.

Day 727:

Almost drove myself to tears with how sublimely calm and quiet it was on the river today. Caught a mess of fish, including some salmon and what looks like a clown fish. (Makes no sense: clown fish are tropical saltwater fish and believe you me this water is not tropical.)

I also caught a pair of boots, further cementing my belief that there used to be a boot warehouse on this site.

Day 726:

I worked on “the farm” all day, tanning hides and butchering meat and bringing in pumpkins… it was good work. Hard work. Not things I’m used to doing daily anymore, but that’s good because it means I’ve got enough supplies (or did, anyway) that I can (could) leave my home base for a few days and everyone was fine.

I think I’ve decided that I want to head toward the mountains and see if I can figure out where that village is. If it’s even still there. I mean, I’ve survived but only by the skin of my teeth. (Another one of those murderous hoodlums was around today. Shot one of my cows when he was aiming for me. I took him out, but now I’m down another cow… more butchering…)

But first I think I’m going to do some fishing. I’ve earned some time off.

Day 725:

I am absolutely sure that cows ate pumpkins when I was back on Earth. SURE OF IT. I watched them do it in elementary school when we visited the farms and stuff!

But these cows, if they really are cows, have not developed a taste for these pumpkins, if they really are pumpkins.

So now I have too many pumpkins and hungry cows. NOT HELPFUL, COWS.

On the other hand, I have milk to make pie, and wheat to both feed the cows and make pie crust, so it could definitely be worse. I’ve been eating almost exclusively ducken and carrots for the past I don’t know how long. I think tonight I might make pumpkin pie.

HELPFUL, COWS.

Day 724:

I slept at home, or in the part of my sprawling caverns I consider home, for the first time in ages and it was SO LOUD from SO MANY COWS AND SHEEP AND PIGS that I’d forgotten what a cacophony it can be.

I think was probably a good thing, though, because my meat stores are getting low and it turned out the number of animals in my single fenced-in field was getting a bit too high. The grass couldn’t even grow before someone was munching it down to the weeds. Down near the lower end of the pond it was an absolute mud pit.

I made the hard decisions and spent the day slaughtering farm animals and hanging meat to age so that I don’t have to live off a diet of duckens alone.

I hate this part of staying alive, and I really am tempted to keep a cow for milk and a few sheep for wool and let everyone else free sometimes.

Then I realize that one crazy skeleton could take out all my meat sources in one evening and think well, maybe having them around is a better fate for all of us.