In the house, I was figuring out a way to provide a comfy night's sleep for the two of us. Then, through the viewing hole we had put in the wall, I saw a couple of sheep. And I had a streak of pure genius.
"HWAYAAAH!" I pounced out of nowhere onto a sheep. The rest of the cows, sheep, and chicken scattered. I beat the sheep into a pulp, ninja-style. I acquired two chunks of wool. Yes, this plan was going where I wanted it to go to. I didn't take the meat of the sheep, though. It smelled horrible. I tackled a few more sheep and got six chunks of wool in total. "Sorry, I had to do this, lads," I whispered to the livestock in that area before I heading to the crafting table.
I gathered a few planks of wood from a chest that Victoire conveniently made, and made a bed with a little difficulty. Noticing that I had only constructed one bed, and that neither Victoire nor I would like sleeping in the same bed (not that it was big enough), I constructed another. The second one was very close to perfection.
"Wow! Did you make these?!" Victoire exclaimed.
"Like your surprise?" I asked back.
"Oh my gosh- you're even smarter than I would have thought!"
"Why, thank you, milady." I said in a mock-British accent.
Now, if any of you folks reading my tale of adventure are wondering: Hey Ryan, how do you know all about the British and how to talk and what the things around you are called, like sheep or wood?
Don't worry, I will explain right now. You see, when I popped into the World, I just…knew. Until now, I still wonder – why do I know this? Did I have a previous life, or a previous education that taught me what the British sounded like? Or how to talk? How to survive, to begin with? I'm not sure. But this is the information I can provide to you so far. Perhaps in my future endeavors I will find out, and I will tell you. But for now, back to the story.
