Forgive the tardiness of these writings, dear readers. My person and I were staring at the noisy colored box and the two of us fell into a deep sleep and did not wake until morn.
Yesterday was a pleasant day, the air was crisp and much cooler than recent days. My person spent all day shoving the white sticks into holes and seemed very tired during our evening games, but I did a fine job and nothing untoward occurred.
The black dog made another appearance yesterday. He seems a merry fellow, careless as a pup as he wanders across the land eating out of trash cans and depositing his necessary functions in the meadows of other castles. However, like a pup he is unaware of the danger that follows him. I see many persons throw rocks and yell at him, and he doesn't seem to fear any monarch who threatens him. He travels dangerously close to the wagons that hurtle down the roads at breakneck speed.
He needs a person and a castle. And a moat.
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