Entry #19: Another Night

Well, upon reloading we found we were back at our house, and it was getting late. So, we spent another paranoid night stalking the grounds for any intruders. We found one, as it was making a good deal of noise: an armadillo. We chased it around the property before finally catching up and giving it a good kick down a ridge. But there were more. Many-- Stephen's chasing a raccoon as I type. And kicking it. Anyway, there were more. Many more. We soon were dashing about, crouched, dagger in hand, causing the vermin to flee every which way, and startling passersby. But this all accrued to our benefit, for people should fear this place. They should fear us! We're leaving now to go find Seth, but this place is safe in the hands of the reputation we've built for it. Dead rabbits aren't trivial things, you know.