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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.

Day 723:

The map I made of this area is complete and ready for me to hang up.

Now it’s a decision to make –  do I keep going west and try to get to the mountain even though there’s a volcano in the way? Or do I head east toward the zombies (not that any direction is away from the zombies) and the town?

I’m thinking the town.

Day 722:

Today, a bunch of the actual squids, the kind with ink sacks and the whole bit, spent the whole time that I was “mining” sand out of the river. Absolute total pain in the dorsal arms if you ask me. I ended up killing two of them just to drive them away.

They’ve never acted like that before, but it was that kind of day.

If the squids in the water acting aggressively was a surprise, then the super-tall jet-black land squid that vwooped into the room where I was mining, and promptly ignored me no matter what I did (including swing my sword at it a couple of times) was a total surprise.

Those squid thingies are generally incredibly paranoid and incredibly deadly. Literally giving them a sideways look has gotten me drawn into a heck of a fight in the past. But this time? Nothing.

Maybe it’s backwards day or something.