Голодные игры

           Maybeit’simprudenttocheckthemwiththeotherssoclose.Buthaveto.Toomanyyearsofhunting,Iguess.Andthelureofpossiblemeat.I’mrewardedwithonefinerabbit.Innotime,I’vecleanedandguttedtheanimal,leavingthehead,feet,tail,skin,andinnards,underapileofleaves.I’mwishingforafire-eatingrawrabbitcangiveyourabbitfever,alessonIlearnedthehardway-whenIthinkofthedeadtribute.Ihurrybacktohercamp.Sureenough,thecoalsofherdyingfirearestillhot.Icutuptherabbit,fashionaspitoutofbranches,andsetitoverthecoals.

           I’mgladforthecamerasnow.IwantsponsorstoseeIcanhunt,thatI’magoodbetbecauseIwon’tbeluredintotrapsaseasilyastheotherswillbyhunger.Whiletherabbitcooks,Igrinduppartofacharredbranchandsetaboutcamouflagingmyorangepack.Theblacktonesitdown,butIfeelalayerofmudwoulddefinitelyhelp.Ofcourse,tohavemud,I’dneedwater.

           Ipullonmygear,grabmyspit,kicksomedirtoverthecoals,andtakeoffintheoppositedirectiontheCareerswent.IeathalftherabbitasIgo,thenwrapuptheleftoversinmyplasticforlater.Themeatstopsthegrumblinginmystomachbutdoeslittletoquenchmythirst.Waterismytopprioritynow.

           AsIhikealong,IfeelcertainI’mstillholdingthescreenintheCapitol,soI’mcarefultocontinuetohidemyemotions.ButwhatagoodtimeClaudiusTemplesmithmustbehavingwithhisguestcommentators,dissectingPeeta’sbehavior,myreaction.