May returns with good news.

I took some time after my escapades with the farmer's wife to clean up the mess I'd made in the barn. I didn't want to alarm the man if he came nosing around, seeing as how I had no practical ability when it came to ****. By the time the sun had fully risen the pair of them came to call on me.

Dear Donnie seemed surprised with how normal I looked compared to the night before, but I managed to convince him that his fearful mind had exaggerated my inhumanity; not in those words, but that was the crux of my argument. He'd agreed, reluctantly, and set some ground rules against me prowling at night; I'd be locked in the barn. He also warned me not to talk with his girl, or try to enter their house, and a number of other little inconveniences. I easily agreed and started on the first task he gave me; cleaning the latrine.

Which was wonderful, and left me stinking of shit.

Lovely.

As I worked, I turned my thoughts towards the future, and what I should be doing.

I would be needing to feed as well as eat, and I would be needing to earn myself some money or authority so I could avoid reaching the brink again.