29 - Some strange tracks in the field.
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I was out walking around the old school field with
Hat's daughter Ellie, and her dogs. Most of the
snow has melted, which is a bit depressing because
as usual it uncovers a bunch of frozen dead
gnomes. I just put them in a bag I carry and I'll
bury them in one of my holes, later. I'm always
finding new uses for all those holes I dug.
Ellie's got a lot of stuff on her mind, between
her nephew gone missing, and trouble with the
centaurs, and money, and her health, and all the
terrible stuff she tells me other people said and
did to her. I just listen, mostly. You know, it
took me long time to learn to do that. I guess
most other people just know, but for some reason
it took me a long time to learn not to offer
encouragement or ideas. But now I've figured out
how not to do that. Better late than never, I
guess.
And the dogs and us run across this patch of snow
that's all red with gore, and what looks like a
fur or feathers, and also a goblin arm which was
still twitching somehow. And there's animal tracks
in the snow and a blood trail coming out of this
mess, and out to the tree line. But I can't tell
what they are. I used to know about identifying
animal tracks, but I can't place these. And I
think about ancient kinds of animals coming back,
but I never thought about that before.
