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Farm Log

Tuesday, October 13th, 2020

For days, I descended. When I would grow thirsty, I would soon find a rivulet of the purest water running down the wall of the cavern. When I would grow hungry, I would soon stumble upon a patch of strange berries. When I would grow weary, a soft indentation in the rock would cradle my body until I woke once more into the darkness. As I began to think I should turn around, the ground gave way beneath my feet and I began to freefall. I felt the key slip from my pocket and as I reached out to grab it, I touched something soft tumbling alongside me—Wolke—she was with me after all.

Thursday, October 1st, 2020

Upon opening the gift, an ornate key dropped to the ground. It landed with a soft thud in the grass, followed by a deep bonerumble. Before me, a cavern opened in the mountainside, pure impenetrable vantablack and shrouded in ancient mystery. With Wolke nowhere to be seen, it seemed I had nowhere to go but forward, onward. I pocketed the key, and stepped into the unknown.

Monday, September 28nd, 2020

The theme song for the last few days would have to be "Ewe Shook Me All Night Long", by AC/Sheepsie. I completely lost myself trying to catch Wolke, and when I finally got my bearings I was in an unfamiliar land, far from the comforts of my little wheat farm. Wolke finally deposited the stolen present at the edge of a mysterious mountain range, only to bound off across a rocky chasm, giving me a bit of a sly grin. I guess I'm the one left feeling sheepish now.

Friday, September 25nd, 2020

The susurrus of the wheat in the breeze might as well be the whispers of angels. I went out to check on the flock after the recent excess and revelry. Feeling their soft weight, when the sheep lean into me, makes me want to be my best self. However, Wolke is being cagey and elusive! I'm not sure what's going on with her, but she just keeps slipping away from me.

Wednesday, September 23nd, 2020

One goblet became two, two became four, and needless to say the ladies and I had a bit of a raucous night. The baa-ing was heard echoing through the valley until the wee hours of morning. Gosh darn if Rhonda's gift didn't get lost in all the merry-making, but I'm going to have to wait until this babalaas calms down until I can play detective. All the fluffs except Wolke don't look so hot today, either.

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2020

Rhonda came down from the clouds, much to everyone's delight. It seems she has brought back some kind of gift. I'll open it later, but first to it's time for some goblets of marionberry wine to share with the fluffy ladies in celebration.

Monday, September 21st, 2020

I arrived back at the farm weary and crushed, as all my efforts to find Rhonda were in vain. Jim Beam & celery in hand, I went to tell the flock the bad news, but when I got out there, all of them, Deanna, Pat, Wolke, and Linda the Llama were staring up at the sky. I looked up and there was Rhonda, alive and well, frolicking amongst the clouds, darting down to the ground from time to time to lick or surprise her friends.

Sunday, September 20th, 2020

Rhonda still hasn't turned up, so I've decided to head out in search of her. In the meantime, I've found a new friend to watch over the sheep while I am out. They have become immediately entranced with their new flockmate.

Saturday, September 19th, 2020

The skies have cleared up again, but it's hard to enjoy because Rhonda has gone missing. I've looked everywhere but it's as if she just floated away. Carrots for dinner tonight, because I'm too distraught to cook.

Friday, September 18th, 2020

Clouds have rolled in from the East. Rhonda the sheep has been lost in thought today. I wonder if much like humans have sought significance and meaning in the stars, the sheep look up at the fluffy clouds and see a greater power or ancestral being.

Thursday, September 17th, 2020

Got an acre of wheat, four sheep, and a cozy homestead all to myself. It doesn't get much better than this.