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// June 13th - 22 pills left 
// Story: Angry Bird 
// by Thadius0 
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Hiss...

It hurts to move, still.  Especially when I strain the stitches.  I'm just gonna let Grace update this thing, I didn't do much but lie here today.

O...okay.

Relax, you'll do fine.  Your journal entry was great, and you at least know what was going on.

If you're sure...

So today was pretty boring.  I watched Yvonne and Chris do the farming while I kept a watch, just in case there were dogs or other things lurking the streets.  There wasn't anything, and while I was up there I, uh...did a little bit of practice in using my wings.  I got a little bit of lift, I think.

Awesome!  If I could move, I would show you how I glided down after the lions the other night.  It was pretty sweet.

I'm sure it was.  And I'm glad you're behind me in my attempts to fly.  Once noon rolled around, Chris and I went out with Skippy to look for more supplies.  We found a new place and managed to bash the lock off with that hammer you took.  It took a little fineness before we could manage to get it into position, but we managed.

Cool, what's the haul?

Oh, some bottled water, some rice, some noodles...a few packages of vegetables and tuna fish.

Yes!

Yes, I know you like your fish.

After that, we managed to work on what refining what we're actually looking for next.

Oh?

Yeah, a metalworking shop.  We want to modify the guns so that our hooves can use them.  We can't let you have the monopoly.  What if you're laid up like you are now, or just away?

Huh.  That is a very good point.  I sorta like the guns I have, but I can see your point.  If we find one, then we'll modify the guns we find so that you all can use them and feel safe, okay.

Thank you.  That's all we ask.

Ssss!  Okay, that hurt.  And now I'm feeling woozy.  Okay, bring it over here and I'll stop the recording...