mythopoeics

Things are going well. My brother and I have a dog now, Wuffles, and he's very smart. He likes to follow me around when I'm doing chores, and he barks to let me know when people are coming my way. I gave him a bath and got him a bow, but I don't think he likes it.

I've been trying to see if anyone in town needs someone to write, and a shopkeeper said he would keep me in mind. That made me happy. Maybe soon I can have a job like my brother, so we can both help each other.

Who in their right minds brings children down to the training grounds? I thought it was so obvious, I didn't even think in bashing it into the new soldiers. Obviously, I was wrong. Some parents shouldn't be allowed to breed educate anything.


It seems I'm stuck babysitting. While the father is occupied.