Waking of Thursday, March 2, 2017 ~ 2
A little way down the slope to my
right, beneath an overhang, an Old Man stood near a little campfire. He had a
voluminous, snowy white beard, and he wore a dark hood.
After looking around, picking a few
apples and mushrooms, I walked down to him and asked him who he was.
He said something like Just some
old fool still wandering in these parts.... I don’t remember.
There was a baked apple near his
fire. It looked tasty, but.... I didn’t want to steal from him. I left it
there.
I did however, at David’s
suggestion, help myself to the large Woodcutter’s Axe lodged in a stump a
little way down from the Old Man’s Overhang.
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