The dog

They think they are letting me suffer leaving me in the sable and hitting my but it is actually do my advantage. I could of died tramping the road, here at least I have got shelter. Sometimes in the stable it would get cold and sometimes some snow would drift in but all the animals added some warmth to it.
And it is dark, but I am not afraid of the dark. The only thing I am afraid of is people. And at night time the stable is mine and I like being alone to think, and to be left alone in peace. In the camp you were never left alone.

The dog shares the stables with me. I always thought of dogs a enemies. But I have learned that some people keep dog as pet so some can be nice. And this particular dog is nice to and the farmer and his family treat him as good as me. This dog is big and black. At night he would come and sleep with me. He is warm. And sometimes I would pet him. The dog had a name from what I heard the farmer call him. His name was king.
The farmer rarely struck it because it is a good sheep-dog. And in the summer when the animals were out to graze, the farmer could not live with out him. And when King saw me he would wag his tail.

Today I got up and it felt warm. In the wall there was a crack and a ray of sunlight went across. This is a good sin, that spring is on its way. And I will finally be able to leave.