What a mess - send for the cleaner!
I always liked that lass. Feisty she was, and powerful intelligent. I remember something she once told me:
"Celebration and box socialing may be amusing, but it don't make you see clearer." Now, I always took this as ever so slightly derogatory toward myself but regardless, I won't mock the dead. Only I would point out that I'm seeing clearer than she is right now.
We've wolves that need hunting and no mistake. Now, they say death follows me around like trouble follows
Nilpaurion, and for that I am truly sorry. 'Twasn't my choice, 'twasn't my doing. Some folks are just born unlucky. Leastways that's what my grandaddy always told me.
I would like to immediately propose that you do not lynch me.
