She has told me that she is bored and wants to draw, and that if I do not give her my Diary and ink, she will sing every night, all night. And I am to feed her, too. I am speechless with rage, and furious with myself for leaving that alcove in the back of the den which is too narrow for me to get into with my bad back and whatnot. Again I am tempted to flame her to a cinder, but the thought of then continuing indefinitely with a singed princess just out of reach… Dreadful. Yes, I am truly furious. If I can solve the running-away problem, I think I will go out and find something to kill, which would make me feel better. Later: I blocked the cave entrance with a boulder (and of course pulled a muscle in my foreleg, which is now throbbing miserably) and went outside. I chased a deer, but it ran into a thicket and I scratched myself. While I was putting snow on the wounds (and waiting for the thicket to stop burning) I decided that it would be easier to give her what she wants.
