Another AutoBiography

Another day

3/9/14 (Saturday)

Living in a small farm can be fun. I just am not always use to the work that needs done.

Today I tried to cut a branch out of the tree in front of our house but I got scared after awhile and accidentally dropped the saw. My mom them took the saw and moved it away from the tree. I was able to get out finally when I was more than fifteen feet off the ground and my mom and step step dad had found a latter tall enough to reach me.

[Warning: this can be upsetting to animal lovers.
The short summary of it is that me and my mom helped our brain damaged cat hunt it's first mouse.
I'm putting it in italics so you want to skip it you know what to skip.]

I helped my mom teach our cat how to hunt. He decided to finally catch the darn mouse after I had smushed it three times with a large block of wood. The poor mouse finally died after I broke it's back with a stick breaking it's back. I crushed and opened some of it's organs which killed the mouse in under a minute. The cat finally decided to eat the mouse after a family friend used his shoe to crush the mouse and open it's body. The cat took a liking to the taste of mouse and by then I didn't only want to ring the brain damaged cat but I felt like crying.

I don't like hurting anything. But the mice can be a problem to us.

(A bit after the mouse incident)

I walked over to the house to see my sister had crashed on her dirt bike when trying to clear the table (a big jump) not only did I fell like crying and/or throwing up but I wanted to poke her cut (It seemed too bad off a cut to be real and I wanted to poke it to see if it was really real). It was obvious it needed stitches. So our step step dad and family friend left to take her to the doctor.

(Just now)

My sister is doing good now. She is home from the doctors and is not allowed to bend her leg. She should be fine but it's hard not to worry. Me and her have been through so much and it's hard not to worry about her. I will hope for the best and continue to write stories and what not.
(I don't just write stories but to help keep me from losing my sanity. It's kinda weird that I do that to stay sane but writing is my escape from the real world).