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*bits of loose hair fall from the book as it opens to this page*
*the top of the page is smeared in mud, grime and other such ick*
-ate the entire thing.
Later I helped with the shearing of a great hairy beast. However nothing is as easy as it sounds at first, such too was this task. First we had to find and capture the hairy varmint which, in the end, was more of a snipe hunt than anything.
Once we finally had the blighter in tow we proceeded to cut huge chunks of fur from his body, much to his dismay. His cries and bellows pierced the sky, but to no avail. After a while we proceeded to break the beast’s will and he succumbed to the shears. Time and task passed quickly.
When at last we were satisfied we stepped back and the hulking creature had been reduced to quite a small and harmless looking thing. Angry at the world, as always, he slunk away back into the dense wilderness. While I’m unsure as to why we even did this, I’m told it helps the creature.
I long for a spud.
