I walked into the Pony three nights ago to sell my cakes, to the big man named Barli. He took them happily and paid me with more of the metal discs I use to buy baking materials. I almost walked out of the Pony and then I saw my friend Kellyn she was happy to see me I think.
I have been getting better at reading and writing, but it is still hard sometimes. Some words don't I don't know how to put into this journal. I think I'm doing good, I'm better. Yes, better.
I -There seems to be a scribble of frustration- had a drink with Kellyn, Honey Mead. It wasn't good, but her company was. I bought a tent from her for seven metal discs, the silver shiny ones. She wanted to sell for ten, but no I didn't want to pay ten. She's a good friend, so I gave her seven shinies and one of my cakes. I hope the tent is good.
