Day 102: Numerical shenanigans aside, Bob turned back today in a burst of avocados, but at least he's healed up. And we have more avocadoes. Score!
Life of the wanderer
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Day 103: Curious as to where all these avacadoes keep cropping up from (and frankly sick to death of Bobs obsession with the little green bastards) i endeavour to find the source. I discover an underground avacado spring. Well, I've seen stranger things.
Day 104: Bob has fashioned himself some armor from avocado seeds. I try to explain how it looks silly, but an encounter with a scorpion proved its worth. Bob has mounted the dead scorpion's stinger on a spear, proud of his victory he achieved without being hit.
Day 107: Bob worked his way out of the leash somehow. I found him gnawing on it. Laughing, I reaffix it, duct taping it on so it doesn't fall off again.
Is it just me, or is Bob displeased about something? He's been acting off the past few days.
Is it just me, or is Bob displeased about something? He's been acting off the past few days.
Day 108: After the leash slipped off Bob for the third time, he sat me down and we had a talk about our mutual grievences. He complains that I don't give him enough room to grow, and that hes a big grossly mutated ferret who has achieved self aware intelligence. he threatens to run away. I accidently step on his foot and tighten his leash to ensure he doesn't.
Day 109: I awake to find Bob missing, his leash gnawed through and useless. I search all day but with no luck. I leave a trail of avocado to lure Bob back, and set up a trap so he'll stay put while I sleep (if it works).
Day 113: I seem to have mutated more than I thought. While hardly able to move today, my leg is mostly healed. In other news, Bob has taken to whining like a puppy that wants to go outside. No one's falling for it.
No harm done, lets just pretend both day 113 posts happened in the same day XD)
Day 116: It seems the green skin was only a byproduct of my healing, as it has faded as my leg healed completely. Bob insults my mother, so I shake his cage and then leave him alone. He begins making that whinging noise again, but if he wants sympathy, I'm not giving him any. Nope, definitely not this guy.
Day 118: Bob tries to punch me in the face, but he's in a cage. I catch some fish for the city's freed people. And Bob doesn't get any. All Bob gets is poked with fish bones for my evening entertainment.