But the world did not match the picture in my head, and instead I was with a strange, uncombed person, overlooking a sea without water and a forest without trees.

Announcing your death should be like announcing that you are a lunar moth: It must be done quietly or it will not be believed.

Is it fair for the bears to come down to where humans live, looking for food? Is it fair for the Duke's soldiers to shoot at them? Is it fair for the bears to crush them with giant snowballs? Often, if you point out something that isn't fair, someone will reply, "Life isn't fair." What is to be done with such people?

I am so tired, I can hardly type these worfs.

If writers wrote as carelessly as some people talk, then adhasdh asdglaseuyt[bn[ pasdlgkhasdfasdf.

There is no easy way to train an apprentice. My two tools are example and nagging.

I didn't realize this was a sad occasion.