A gruesome tale, yes. But a necessary one if you are to understand how hard it is for 12 jeddi to camp in the wilderness.
We began to be hungry yesterday after the picnic basket that Master Obi-Won found emptied. So we collected bugs of every variety available. Master Wendu would have pulled out his hair if he had had any (hmm...that could be the reason he's bald) because he has been trying to get us to be "tough stuff" or rather, "outdoor's guys." We can claim that title if we are chicken of hunting. Anyway, the only variety of bug we could find was the beetle. A little crunchy, but they have a nice, salty flavor when roasted...very akin to chicken, I think.
Friday is the last day of our camping trip. Tomorrow we will take a fishing trip. I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling about this...
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