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Hello. My name is Wilbur Soot. I'm a borrower. This is my journal.
There's not much to what I want to say. Life is annoying. The beans I borrow from are loud and rarely consistent to make large trips.
My favorite of the lot of them is the older brother, Tick, or something like that. He is the most consistent out of them all. He's also the quietest. I keep the paths by his room clear for a reason. I've had more close calls with him than any of the other two because he's quiet, so that's a downside.
My least favorite is the younger brother, Teddy? I haven't bothered memorizing their names. He's loud. Rarely quiet. His friends are over a lot too. They make my ears ring and the fur on my tail stand on end.
The father, Philza, is alright. He's the middle ground between his sons. He reminds me of a man I knew when I first was orphaned. Yeah, my parents died before I reached adulthood. I was fine on my own though. I knew where the trade center was and the Medicals looked after me until I reached twenty, the age of majority for my community.
I didn't start this journal to write about humans. I started it to keep track of my days and supplies.
Food:
bread- week old, 2 por, eat soon
sweet rat- 2d, 1 por, eat soon
fruit bun- 3d, apple, 1 por, eat soon
hard cheese- not done yet
crackers- 1d, 5 por
chocolate- borrowed today, melty, 1 por, eat soon
water- tank at 2/3
Gear:
rope- fraying, get more, at least 1ft
bag- reinforce straps
shoes- almost new
gloves- almost new
hook- rusting, sharpen
That's everything. My day was average. Went on a small trip. Got some water and chocolate. The humans were all busy today but I didn't risk a bigger haul.
My head hurts. They're vacuuming and it's incredibly loud. Hopefully they stop soon.