Blog 7: Escupo En Esas Cucarachas

We sneaked through the forest looking for the kill. We were wielding our spears trying to be as covert as possible. The forest seeming to go on for an infinite amount of time.
As we near a pig we create a circle around it, the tired kids stop sniveling now that we found the pig. We start to chant, "Kill the pig, Cut his throat, Spill his blood", the pig squeals and gets away. Another failure, another loss.

A bit later Ralph and Jack start having a conversation with Ralph complaining as usual. Samneric had claimed to see the beast up near the signal fire. Then a boar came by, Ralph trying to act cool threw a spear at the boar and nailed it in the nose. He acted on his "achievement" and felt as false sense of pride. While our leader, who was spoke sagely of pig hunting, had gained a battle wound.

We decided we would play a game, a pig hunting one. One of the smaller boy's, Robert, had gotten in the middle as we formed a circle around him. We started to chant, "Kill the pig, Cut his throat, Spill his blood" as we pummeled him with the flat ends of our spears. Ralph joining in, which I found quite surprising, and blundering while jabbing at the same time. The kid uncomprimisingly squirming from our grapples, not pretending to be a pig. My mind was focused on hurting the pig we forgot that it was a kid for a sec, but just a sec.

We near the mountain and Jack chooses me to accompany he and Ralph as they attempt to find the beast. As we climb up the mountain, I randomly glance over at Ralph. Oh how infuriated he makes me. He is a cockroach, I spit on those cockroaches like him. When Jack leaves me with him, i don't know what kept me from squishing that cockroach right there. When Jack running doen the mountain I didn't know what to think. And when we went up there a strike of fear came quickly crashing through my veins. My fear using me to fall back down again. But noone knew what would happen next.