Голодные игры

           Thelandminesweredisabledafterthesixtysecondswestoodontheplates,buttheboyfromDistrict3musthavemanagedtoreactivatethem.I’veneverseenanyoneintheGamesdothat.IbetitcameasashockeventotheGamemakers.

           Well,hurrayfortheboyfromDistrict3forputtingoneoveronthem,butwhatamIsupposedtodonow?Obviously,Ican’tgostrollingintothatmesswithoutblowingmyselfsky-high.Asforsendinginaburningarrow,that’smorelaughablethanever.Theminesaresetoffbypressure.Itdoesn’thavetobealot,either.Oneyear,agirldroppedhertoken,asmallwoodenball,whileshewasatherplate,andtheyliterallyhadtoscrapebitsofherofftheground.

           Myarm’sprettygood,Imightbeabletochucksomerocksinthereandsetoffwhat?Maybeonemine?Thatcouldstartachainreaction.Orcouldit?WouldtheboyfromDistrict3haveplacedtheminesinsuchawaythatasingleminewouldnotdisturbtheothers?Therebyprotectingthesuppliesbutensuringthedeathoftheinvader.EvenifIonlyblewuponemine,I’ddrawtheCareersbackdownonmeforsure.Andanyway,whatamIthinking?There’sthatnet,clearlystrungtodeflectanysuchattack.Besides,whatI’dreallyneedistothrowaboutthirtyrocksinthereatonce,settingoffabigchainreaction,demolishingthewholelot.

           Iglancebackupatthewoods.ThesmokefromRue’ssecondfireiswaftingtowardthesky.Bynow,theCareershaveprobablybeguntosuspectsomesortoftrick.Timeisrunningout