Just my Imagination

Part three

               Some weeks have passed since the last time I wrote. Today I was so close to complete my dream. My hair was longer compared to the length of it when I got to this place. Today I found a pig run and some fresh droppings. I wanted to kill a pig so bad that I could taste it. I will not be laugh at again. I will show Ralph that I am a hunter and that I and my group can sustain the island with meat. I had a spear in my hand and walked as quiet as ever. Then the sound of the feet of a pig’s feet hitting against the ground invaded the forest. I prepared my spear to throw it at the big but by the time I was ready the pig was already a long distance away.

               I went to the platform, which is the spot where our group lives. I found Simon and Ralph standing in front of the shelters. I asked for water and Ralph told me were the coconut shells with water were. After I drank the water, Ralph scowled at me about the fact that no one helps making the shelters. He said that my hunters are the biggest and the strongest and that they will help make the shelters. I told him that when we decided how things were going to be done, we decided that the hunters will do what I want instead of what he wants. He said also that the littluns- the small kids- are always proposing the idea of building items that are illogical. He also said that I sent my hunters to have fun and that they should be hunting or helping on the shelters if they are not hunting. It is unfair that now he even wants to take control of my hunters and event tells me that when I’m doing isn’t helping. Who does he think he is? I should be telling him what to do in the first place.

               Then Ralph said something half smart. He said that it is important that we do shelters because in the night the littluns get scared because they thing that there is a beast out in the island. Most likely the kids will fill safer if they are sleeping on shelters instead of in the grass- being an easy prey. What before was stupid for me and for Ralph, had grown to be a bigger problem. If the beast exists or doesn’t exist isn’t the problem. The problem is that the kids are sacred. Even when I hunt I feel that there is something behind me, trying to hunt me. I hope it is just in my imagination.