Голодные игры

           Whattomakeofitall?HasPeetarevealedhistruecolors?Howdoesthisaffectthebettingodds?Willwelosesponsors?Doweevenhavesponsors?Yes,Ifeelcertainwedo,oratleastdid.

           CertainlyPeetahasthrownawrenchintoourstar-crossedloverdynamic.Orhashe?Maybe,sincehehasn’tspokenmuchaboutme,wecanstillgetsomemileageoutofit.Maybepeoplewillthinkit’ssomethingweplottedtogetherifIseemlikeitamusesmenow.

           Thesunrisesintheskyandeventhroughthecanopyitseemsoverlybright.Icoatmylipsinsomegreasefromtherabbitandtrytokeepfrompanting,butit’snouse.It’sonlybeenadayandI’mdehydratingfast.ItryandthinkofeverythingIknowaboutfindingwater.Itrunsdownhill,so,infact,continuingdownintothisvalleyisn’tabadthing.IfIcouldjustlocateagametrailorspotaparticularlygreenpatchofvegetation,thesemighthelpmealong,butnothingseemstochange.There’sjusttheslightgradualslope,thebirds,thesamenesstothetrees.

           Asthedaywearson,IknowI’mheadedfortrouble.WhatlittleurineI’vebeenabletopassisadarkbrown,myheadisaching,andthere’sadrypatchonmytonguethatrefusestomoisten.ThesunhurtsmyeyessoIdigoutmysunglasses,butwhenIputthemontheydosomethingfunnytomyvision,soIjuststuffthembackinmypack.

           It’slateafternoonwhenIthinkI’vefoundhelp.Ispotaclusterofberrybushesandhurrytostripthefruit,tosuckthesweetjuicesfromtheskins.