2009
10.23

(skraa)

He was a big rat; he was. Big and strong, with teeth and claws that could find their mark even in the thickest fur. And his fur was warm and rough, and the darkest wildrat brown, with lighter, graying brown on his belly and his paws. But not a single white mark on his body.

When I wrote and drew about the samurai rats and the ninja rats, there was a rat called Skraa. It was the rat I liked the most of all the rats. He was a mystery to the other rats, he never talked about his past. He had the pointed ears of the ninja rats, but the highest master in the samurai rat village had him under his protection.
The thing was that one night, many winters back, Skraa saved the master rat from an ambush. Until then, Skraa had walked by himself, and just happened to come by.
The ninja rats didn’t trust Skraa, because he wasn’t one of them, and the samurai rats never trusted Skraa either.
Skraa’s only friend except from the master was the young samurai rat Mitoki (who all other rats kalled Toki), who was afraid of almost everything, never got taken seriously by anyone except for Skraa.
Skraa really liked Mitoki, because the young rat had a really good and gentle heart.
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Skraa was a really introverted but loyal rat. Very calm and secure. Mitoki was always scared but did what he could. After Skraa gave him an old sword that meant a lot to Skraa, Mitoki tries to grow more secure, and finally gets into the service of the master rat with Skraa.
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Anyhow, though I stopped writing about them, I still think of Skraa frequently. He was a very good rat.
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I have no idea why I wrote this here. I just thought I should write something. Today (yesterday, Thursday), I bought some books. I think it was four books; two different books on Latin, one book about dead languages, and a book meant for Kadanina. I hope he likes it. If not, it can probably be used to start warming fires now when winter comes and all.

But yes. Pao will try to learn Latin. And she even believe it might be possible. Scary, that! (At the same time, I am once again expanding my vocabulary in English, and reading up on Ilythiiri again. I can picture several ways in which this might lead to really odd things. Oh, not to mention that I’m still continually working on Pantherin…)

All these things – together with me writing and drawing again – might just be enough to keep me from falling into a bottomless pit of winter depression. Funny that; how it is when I feel terrible I usually end up doing the really good and useful things, while thinking I do absolutely nothing at all.

Oh, and I have rediscovered the joys of rye porridge. Boiled, glue-like paste, made from rye, water and salt. It is easy, warm and wonderful though. I need a spurtle. (And “spurtle” is not in the firefox dictionary I use. Hahahah!)
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I have stopped wearing elastic ribbons in my hair. Now I keep it back and up and in order by pins. O have no idea why. It feels nice to have it loose and still not in the way though. It protects my neck and throat. It is a good hint that I’m not feeling safe and secure.
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I keep on hearing strange noises.
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I really should sleep soon. I’m sick, and I made the mistake to go out shopping today. Otherwise, I’m still keeping myself sedated and resting. I feel a bit better, though.
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/pao 23 oct 99+10 02.57

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