Chapter 3

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I had an extra bed and spare room that I let her sleep in.
That morning I went out to get some food. When I got back I cooked us bacon and cut up some apples.
"Is that bacon?" she asked as she creeped out of the spare room.
"Ya, it's just about ready if you want to sit i'll bring it over to you" I motioned to the dining room table
"Do you have this every morning? Or is there lots of other food?"
"Well, there's bacon, chicken, beef, sugar cane and apples. But I haven't found anything else yet."
"Oh, we'll that's not very healthy, i mean, meat is...."
"Wait, are you a vegetarian?" I stopped for a second
"What? no...more like ah... vegan?" she sort of half mumbled.
"Oh cool! Um, we're going to have to find more food for you." I said as I dumped her bacon onto my plate.

I ate by bacon and she had an apple, then we went out to look for some food. I showed her around the whole island, I didn't see any food, she just kept breaking grass and then picking up what was left behind. What ever, I didn't really get it but I just let her do that. After about ten minuets she found a watermelon.
"Oh my gosh! That's great" she cried as she ran down a little crater ditch. She picked it up and carried it back up.
"Oh nice now you can eat that!" I said
"Follow me," she started walking back home but didn't go down the high mountain "ready?" she asked
"For what?"
Then she threw the melon down the hill!
"NO!" I screamed "what are you doing!?"
"C'mon" she smiled
When we got to the bottom of the mountain she dug threw the horrible mess of red and green. Then she turned around with both hands full of seeds
"Now we can have as many of them as we want"

I made her a hoe and a bucket and she was out for the rest of the day. She said that she didn't need my help so I just went mining for more cobblestone. When I got back at the one side of my house there were rows of dirt, and then water, and then dirt, and then water. The rows were 5 or 6 blocks long and there were 6 dirt rows and 5 water rows in between all of the dirt ones. I walked up to her to ask what she was doing, she was just standing looking at her strange creation.
"What is it?" I asked
"It's my farm."

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