CH 3

Now one thing I learned about Rachel, and I love the girl to death, is that she has a very… nasty sense of humor, even for a nine year old, yes I said she looked six or seven but it turns out, she is just small.

ANYWAY, when she laughs you hit the deck, which is a good thing I did, otherwise Joseph would have taken my head off with one of his broadswords, yes he uses two, which scares the crap outta me. I get, I look kinda like the prairie wolves (if you close your eyes), and that thirty minutes ago Jo was lying half dead, next to a lake, but I mean really?

Out of the twenty-one prairie wolves left, the slavers managed to kill four (how pathetic), Joseph goes FOR ME. Thankfully I have a sense of humor so I sidestepped and let him kill the next to last bandit. He died with quite an impressive spry of blood, I mean I thought it would just be a little shower, what with him getting chopped in half and all, but no it had to get ALL UP IN MY FUR!

Ignoring Rachel and Joseph I promptly begin to take out my anger at my blood stained fur, by beating the crap out of and eating, the last twenty or so prairie wolves, don't ask how they all fit, I don't particularly want to know.

But ANYWAY, after I had almost killed my stomach by eating a feast fit for about a hundred of me, I turned my attention back to the last slaver, and just dimly saw Joseph puking his guts out in the grass, I wasn't that bad was I? Rachel was just grinning that sadistic smile that she had that could make you believe the devil walks among us.

Yes she is that scary, but only when she's happy… anyway the big bad slaver was busy emitting waste from all three exit points on his body, while I seriously wished I had a camera, then I wondered what the heck a camera is, and then, dismissing the thought from my mind, I growled in the slavers face and he fainted.

Great now guess who gets to carry him back to Acinut?