I rushed out of the house knocking stone left and right with my shoulders as I hit the door. I had hoped the farmer wouldn�t come in from the fields so soon because I was extremely hungry. Fortunately the farmer was more scared than I and only had a pitchfork to wield. All in all a pitchfork still makes for a handy weapon to poke little holes in a brisket or a backside so I left with much haste.
I made a furlong at full speed casting several looks behind me to see if the farmer was in pursuit. I dodged into the bushes and found a game trail along a watercourse that led in the general direction I was fleeing in.
I was angry with myself. I had accomplished what I set out to do but had been spotted and most villages won�t permit a huge ogre like myself to hang around and steal the occasional lamb or piglet. Luckily this farmer was far enough away from town that he wouldn�t easily get others to leave their work and pursue me for any length of time.
I caught my breath and ambled towards the camp I hoped was still secret and safe. Natalie will be angry with me getting caught and will give me a tongue-lashing. Robert will probably laugh at me and make me feel even worse.
I rounded the cliff face and then climbed the twenty feet or so to the cave that was our shelter.
Natalie immediately knew that something was wrong when I dropped my knapsack by the fire. Scowling she opened the bag and surveyed what my wandering had brought back for our stomachs. There was a ham, a couple of hares, several potatoes, carrots, and cabbage.
Natalie�s scowl cleared a little but I could tell she was still angry. �Kodu, what happened?� she asked.
�I had a run in with the local farmer,� I replied sheepishly.
�Your stomach is going to be the dead of you and will get us caught someday,� Natalie replied irately.
�Natalie, please don�t hassle me. I know I made a mistake. I went to the hen house to catch a chicken or get an egg and then saw that the place was empty. The food was laying out in the open in the kitchen and I grabbed it,� I answered.
�Where is Robert?� I asked.
�Hunting again,� Natalie answered shortly.
�I�m going to go fill up the water buckets and chop some fire wood,� I said. �Besides I�m going to have to keep a lookout for that farmer. He must be pretty mad to find his prime pork and vegetables missing and a huge ogre making a wider opening for his door.�
I grabbed the buckets and headed for the stream nearby to get water as well as to let Natalie calm down again. It seems that I make her more and more mad as the weeks go by.�



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