Weevil's Cruel

Weevil is bleeding! That cruel Warden Gossel hit him on the head with the butt of an ax. Oh poor Weevil, I have never seen so much blood. That’s not necessary a bad thing, head wounds always bleed like that, right? I tried to wake him up, but he just twitched, and grunted. Okay, at least he is conscious now. I shook him a little, and asked him he was okay, again all he gave me grunt. Then he mumbled something like, I can’t remember, then he stopped. My mind raced to a couple years ago. A farmer in our village, got kicked in the head by his mule. He had a head injury just like Weevil’s, and forgot his wife. At the time Weevil and I thought he was faking it, to get revenge on his wife for all the times she yelled at him, but now, I think he
truly was hurt. If that could happen to him, surly it could happen to Weevil; however, he slowly said “-why was I ever friends with you.” I nearly punched him for scaring me like that, but I only smiled and remembering the first time we met. I was singing while doing yard work, and if you have ever heard me sing, you know how bad it is. I believe Weevil described it as a dying chicken’s squawk, but mine went on forever. For whatever reason he decided to be my friend, I was glad he stayed. No matter how unfortunate our situation is, I am fortunate to have my best friend with me on the journey.