Hunter

I showed Dylan my horses. They are the love of my life. I could spend every second with them. Here let me just tell you about them.

Nimrodel=My favorite. She's a small flea bitten grey Arabian with a dished face.

Inigo=My second favorite. He's a big black Frisian.

Gypsy=My third favorite, my first horse. She's a palomino Morgan.

Monet=My baby. He's actually three years old. He is the son of Nimrodel and Inigo.

Patches=my first pony. I didn't sow him to Dylan because…he was somewhere out in the fields. He's really small, like a big dog size. Like all ponies, he's a sassbox and a half. Plus he has a tendency to bite people.

Anyway.

Nancy made Chicken Piccata. Which if you have never had it. Go make your mother/aunt/father/grandma/bestfriend/uncle/grandpa/stepmother/stepfather/boyfriend/girlfriend go make it for you. Right now. Unless you are allergic to lemons. It's chicken with a lemony sauce and capers. I never eat the capers but whatever. Oh and usually a noodle of some kind. I like orzo best with it.

We swam in the pool again. It was a similar experience to last night. Only tonight, Dylan was able to fly and drop into the pool from the air. Which is so much fun. Just saying.

Mmmm…I went onto my laptop. A few clicks and various satellites brought me to Max and her flock's location. They were in Texas. In some mountains near Mexico. They were talking about Fang's blog. These kids were starting to get kinda famous. Mmmm I wonder what fortune cookie advice I could drop into Max.

Me Connections are important Max

Max Voice. Long time no annoy

Me You were doing pretty well on your own

Max *lots of random thoughts about me stalking her and her irritations, but happiness I hadn't completely ditched her*

Me Everyone is always alone Max. That's why connections are important

Max Have you been reading Hallmark cards again?

Me Connections Max. Remember your dream?

Max You mean my dream of becoming the first avian-American Miss America?

Me *Random stuff about connections and dreams and charming nonsense.*

Max Voice? Where are all the Erasers?

Me They're dead, Max. They've all been retired. Dead. They've been retired. All around the world, every branch of the organization has been terminating their recombinant-DNA experiments. You're among the only ones left. And they're coming for you.

There I zapped out of her mind and turned the computer off. Usually I didn't give her direct information. I usually tried to make her figure everything out on her own. Over the years of teaching people I have discovered that when one discovers something for themselves, they remember it better. Plus Max should know how to use her brain. I suppose I haven't been keeping you very up to date. But yeah, that's the reason I don't have any mutant trainees besides Dylan right now. They are killing them off and I'm not really needed anymore.

Sources.

Patterson, James, Maximum Ride: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports. New York, NY; Little, Brown and Company. 2007 Print.

And if you're interested it's from chapter 8-9ish in the book