Heswic

I know I almost never write anything in this journal, but today, I've got somethin on my mind.

Just yesterday, I had ta shoot off a ruffian makin off with one of my sheep.  Lil lamb was saved, and the thug went howling down the road emptyhanded.  I do have something to think about though, and I even asked Miss Cesistya about it.  It's utterly despicable for someone to take something from another so he can't have it.  I'd shoot at anybody who'd try it, to be honest.

It's times like these when I'm grateful for a notebook to keep my thoughts in.  It was like any other day, when I came into the Prancing Pony, and bought Cesistya and myself some tea to drink.  A girl I never met came up and announced to us Pastel was in the care of the watch doctors in the jailhouse... and I never had seen Ces so upset before.  Though it was nothing compared to what came after the happenings inside.  Had to chat with Appledore in order to get to the back.

Ever since I started coming into Bree again, I thought it'd be high time I record my whatever's on my mind.  I heard people say it would be helpful.

It was a few weeks ago when the festival started up, so I decided I ought to celebrate a bit.  Fireworks are neat as ever.  There was even a band performing in front of the jailhouse, oddly enough.  There I got to dance and chat with a young lady.