24th of March, 1129, Sunday
Progress goes smoothly, Dear Diary.
The nest is built. A small cradle, out of bones. I had plenty lying around. It shall be for her. All for her. I shall move her there soon. Once she is ready. Once she submits willingly.
Today I ate the rest of the bear, and fed some to her.
I was ever so hungry.
So hungry.
I’m hungry.
Rainbow cried the whole day today.
They talked about this in the parenting books.
They will cry all day, sometimes, to get what they want.
It is the only way they have to communicate.
The trick is to find out what they want.
Tell me, Diary.
Help me.