August 31, 1887
Dear Diary,
Knocking back seemed to be the solution. Once I gave it two hard knocks, it stopped. Damn rats I bet.
I saw a shadow passing along the forest edge. It was stout and low to the ground. Had I not known better, I would've called it a bear, but there's something different about it...
- Ida
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