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Date Posted: 15:49:48 07/02/01 Mon
Author: Obi
Subject: Hunting/foraging

He walks through the forest, looking for things that could be of use to him. He sighs, he hates going into town unless he absolutely has to, so he avoids it as much as possible. He sees a human form and a dog ahead of him and turns away from them, so as not to have any trouble. In his experience most people who hang out this deep in the woods don't want to be bothered, though he enjoys human company occasionally, he can easily do without it, if he has his dog.

Seeing this human in the distance reminds him of when he was young and had friends. The whole community that he had grown up in split up and moved out of the South due to the oppression that they received, he never could understand how people could be so mean to other people who had done nothing to them.

He looks at Autumn and says "I'm glad dogs aren't prejudice." He then leans down and starts digging up a root, once he gets it out he puts it in his bag. Looking around he doesn't see and more places where the roots would be and walks on. After a while he comes to some bushes with berries, and after close examination, he identifies them as black berries, he then puts them in a basket, with a lid, that he had made.

He starts looking for long grasses that he could use to make things like baskets, and heads towards the swamp.

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