Brothers Campfire Musings of a Beast-An Ongoing Tale Chapter 144

I would like to give a shout out to Kelly K Green! 

She wrote a poem about the dreaded Pequin.

Thanks for the lines, friend! I do not know how you can write so many poems! Mad skills, I would ascertain.

Now, the story.

Journal for Me, Beast.

The Moon wanes. I AM JEPTHA, THE BEAST.

The Shepherd’s Crook Man did good teaching me to read. Ahusaka taught me fire and cook food. I WRITE LETTERS IN PARCHMENT MAKE ME FEEL BETTER. 

I stop talking about moon as much. Call cat Moonshine now. 

John gave me cat. His mom made my clothing.

I TRY TO USE PARCHMENT. Handwriting is so hard. 

I want to be better. I am person, not Beast. I am called Beast since I was a child. 

Mom and Dad did not want me after creature bit me. I became sick. Too much hair, too much ugly. They say they lost son. 

They say I am not son. This makes Beast sad, BITTER, ANGRY. 

I could not help the bite making me sick. 

I like Brother and Campfire. He adopted me. I have known him since we were little. 

Beast live outside. 

I found out at a young age you can’t outrun mean things like bullies. I hurt and fight. I hate predators. I eat pequins. They are mean.

I tell man with Potter Wheel. He says,

“Anger is punishment you give yourself over someone else’s mistake.”

I do not understand, but he seems smart like Shepherd’s Crook Man.

I try not to get upset. IT IS HARD. 

I WANT FRIENDS. I see others have friends.

It is because I AM BEAST I have no friends.

Brother says Northwich people like me. He says Heron like me. He says I have many friends. 

I live alone with my cat. I feel alone and sorry.