Flip, flip, flip. I shuffle the playing cards and look around. Tree, boring. Grass, boring. Damn. What the hell to do. I grunt as I stand up and heave my body up. Son of a- What the hell was that?! I
think as I see a shadow scamper across in the distant forest. I grab my yew bow and head to see what the hell has invaded my property. Who the hell thinks they can go on my property? Damn teens. I see nothing and head back to the barn. Feed carrots to pig. Give chicken the feed. Same old, same old. I hook up the water to the house and walk away. Time to eat, then sleep. Ah, sleep.
Cuckoo! "AW, THE HELL?" I yell into my pillow as the rooster does the stereotype thing. I go brush my teeth, take a dump, and eat a hearty (not really) breakfast of hot chocolate, eggs, bacon, pancakes, bacon, and bacon. Working on a farm has its advantages. Namely, bacon. I go feed my two pigs, just was bacon season, milk old Anna, feed my donkey, collect eggs, and check on my wheat. Growing just fine. I should probably go do some other farm shit, but I'm not going to. Just because I'm a lazy-ass person. I yawn and go to sleep. Again, that's right.
"AGGHH," I yell as I wake up. Wait, what the heck that wasn't the rooster, that was the sound of a-. BOOM! I scream and roll down the hill. "Oof," I grunt as the air was knocked out of me. My barn and house got completely annihilated. "Damn," I curse. "I got to get this news to the king!" Mobs don't attack without reason and this is to far in the Minecraft land for them. You see, the mobs were banished to a barren, tough land when their forces got killed in the Lost Battle. The Mob Lands were 5000 miles north of here. This means they are coming. And coming back for war.
I rush through the dense undergrowth of wood trunks, thick leaves, and about fifty billion feet of grass. I trip, stumble, walk, jog and run, to the only place I can think of. My brothers place. He lives on a farm, oh twenty miles away. I head in that direction now. I can hear the wolves howling and the air getting colder and thicker. Night is on its way. Shit.
I rip through a clove of branches and leaves. "Oh this is bad, bad!" I think. In my wake, is a very hungry, very lethal pack of wolves. ROOO! "Curse me for not bringing some goddamn meat!" I mutter as I run for my life. I'm doing a great job, but not eating for 10 hours and the cold air have weakened me.
I need to get meat or a fire fast. In the old legends, wolves are afraid of fire, and will run. My brother's place is over in the south, the path I was heading on lost when the wolves chased me out. All I have is a yew bow to defend them. Plus I forgot my damn arrows in the barn. My only hope is to found a big enough tree and wait out the night. I look left and right and the blurring foliage of greenery. I spot a big tree and jump landing face forward on the trunk. I climb quickly and so get up to about twenty meters up high. "Oh shit." I mutter as I look down. I rest on a branch and rest, breathing hard. The wolves are growling and the moon is almost at its fullest. My eyes get droopy from lack of everything and I fall asleep.

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