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Paul Lang 11/19/06
Victor’s CabinVictor stared at the little iron wood stove sitting inthe middle of the room. He liked the glow it gave off;nothing was capable of giving off the same glow. Hecontemplated the patterns on the side of the littlepotbellied stove and he thought of the days gone by. Heremembered the days in the city where life never seemedto come to a halt. He thought of his decision, as he oftendid on these cold wintry days. He wondered why he haddecided what he had. Why had he abandoned the life hehad in the city. He thought of his father lying on thesofa, cold, lifeless. He remembered shock and fear. Heremembered asking why. He remembered wanting tostart his life over. He often thought on these days.
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Thoughts that were not troubled with the thoughts ofanger or grief. He had been able to overcome that he hadlearned that as things must live things must die. He hadmade the decision to live his life by himself where hecould think. He had built the cabin that now provided aroof over his head. He went about his life peacefully andcontentedly doing his daily chores and working on hislittle one room log cabin. He lived a very happy life.He hunted and foraged for food. He fished in thenearby pond and stream. He trapped and snared. He hadmade his log cabin out of the local pine trees. His logcabin had been created without using a single nail. He hadcleared out the land using an axe and saw. In the littleclearing he had built his log cabin, carefully avoiding thestumps left from the trees that had once stood there.
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As he worked he talked out loud he sometimes arguedwith himself, seeing as he had no one else to argue with.In his arguments he would often end up yelling at himself.He would promptly respond yelling twice as loud asbefore. In this way he kept himself entertained andhappy. Only occasionally would he feel the lonesomenessof his life. Then he would go into the woods and find somefriendly animal or tree to talk to. He could always heartheir response as if it was spoken out loud to him right inhis ear. Because of this he never felt lonely. He made hisclothes out of the hides of animals that he had caught.He sewed them together with a large bent needle and ahuge spool of tough waxed nylon thread. His clothes gavehim a very patched together and scrappy look. He had notshaved in the past year and a half so he also had the
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