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I woke up in the church, looking forward to the day. I really like farming.
I walked out and was greeted by the Iron Golem. He suppressed a smile.
Even though he's a big, tough bodyguard, he has a soft spot for us. I know it.
I went to the nearest farm and started harvesting the crops and putting the excess in the composting bin. I actually got some bonemeal.
Exciting!
I then looked up and saw a tree... A very marvelous tree.
I forgot about what I was doing and walked to it. I must've been there all day, because, next thing I know, I heard a mass of groans, the Iron Golem beating up zombies, and a visiting player ringing the bell.
I ran to the nearest building and slept.
Morning.
I went out to the tree, hugged it, and did some work.
As night approached, I heard the sound of players approaching. They were in all black leather.
Enchanted.
They pulled out flint and steel and started burning the buildings and stabbing the villagers. I was terrified.
I went to the tree. The love of my life. I held on for dear life. They burned it. I turned around and looked at them.
"You monsters" I said in Villager language.
They just laughed and stabbed me. I'm writing this as I'm bleeding in the grass.
Players have no sympathy. They killed the love of my life. They burned my village. They-