All I want is a li’l goggie to call my own. Is that too much to ask? Apparently so. ~sigh~
I made another world in Minecraft, and I wandered around until I found an island with wolves on it. Actually, I was looking for pumpkins, but you take what you get, right?
I didn’t know there were wolves on this island until I saw a burst of movement beyond the trees and a flash of red. So I went to see what was up, and there were two wolves slaughtering the shit out of a couple of sheep. I was like Hi, there — Bye, there. They were like Walk away. This doesn’t concern you. I was like Lucky for you there’s no 911 in Minecraft, or I’d go all Kojak on your asses. They were like Ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaa!
SO ANYWAY, I got out a fishing pole — I have about 750 fishing poles in this world, for some damn reason — and started fishing. And what have I caught? Bloody FISH, mostly, a wooden bowl, three pair of leather pants, an enchanted bow, an enchanted book, an enchanted bleeding fishing pole, and a piece of string. What do I want to catch? A bone. See, you have to have a bone to tame a wolf and turn it into a dog. Actually, I did catch one bone and fed it to a wolf, but it didn’t take.
This is a wolf looking to chew me a new one after I accidentally bitch-slapped it with a steak while trying to feed it. I had to slay it because it would not stop trying to rip my throat out. Lucky I had on my iron armor. Thank you, Youngest Grandson, for that important safety tip!
So I’m fishing through the foreseeable future. I will not go home without a dog. This, I vow.
I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies about a delicious thin mushroom soup that Charlie loved.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character makes a vow that is annoying to fulfill.