Hmmmm...

[phlebjorn]

This morning a traveller passed by my camp. He traded a fine fresh blade for a meal, and we ate sweet meat together.

Something about this man reminded me of wrestling polar bears, but I do not know why.

After he left I went to wrestle a bear. Then I killed it and had sex with it. Yet still my hunger is not sated.

This is strange. Perhaps it is something to do with the moon. I will consult my tome of astronomy.