June 23rd- Third Year of the Spontaneous Cow
My army isn’t going as planned. The headmaster agreed to be on my side, but then he said that he didn’t think sleeping in an igloo was such a good idea so I don’t really know if he’ll still help when the time comes. I asked Cook, but she gave me her lopsided smile and said that she’d gladly give me the supplies, but she would prefer to stay on the sidelines. Then she laughed and waved me out of the kitchen with her fish-gutting knife. So, so far, I have kind-of-the-headmaster, kind-of-the-cook, a squirrel I found in the garden called Jason (whom I like to think is rabid and frothing at the mouth. He isn’t really. He squeaks a lot and won’t come unless I give him nuts. I think he tried to bite me once, but it was a gummy kind of bite. I don’t think Jason has any more teeth) and myself. That’s not a very good army at all.