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Peeta
's
stretched
out
on
top
of
the
sleeping
bag
in
the
shade
of
the
rocks
.
Although
he
brightens
a
bit
when
I
come
in
,
it
's
clear
he
feels
miserable
.
I
put
cool
cloths
on
his
head
,
but
they
warm
up
almost
as
soon
as
they
touch
his
skin
.
"
Do
you
want
anything
?
"
I
ask
.
"
No
,
"
he
says
.
"
Thank
you
.
Wait
,
yes
.
Tell
me
a
story
.
"
"
A
story
?
What
about
?
"
I
say
.
I
'm
not
much
for
storytelling
.
It
's
kind
of
like
singing
.
But
once
in
a
while
,
Prim
wheedles
one
out
of
me
.
"
Something
happy
.
Tell
me
about
the
happiest
day
you
can
remember
,
"
says
Peeta
.
Something
between
a
sigh
and
a
huff
of
exasperation
leaves
my
mouth
.
A
happy
story
?
This
will
require
a
lot
more
effort
than
the
soup
.
I
rack
my
brains
for
good
memories
.
Most
of
them
involve
Gale
and
me
out
hunting
and
somehow
I
do
n't
think
these
will
play
well
with
either
Peeta
or
the
audience
.
That
leaves
Prim
.
"
Did
I
ever
tell
you
about
how
I
got
Prim
's
goat
?
"
I
ask
.
Peeta
shakes
his
head
,
and
looks
at
me
expectantly
.
So
I
begin
.
But
carefully
.
Because
my
words
are
going
out
all
over
Panem
.
And
while
people
have
no
doubt
put
two
and
two
together
that
I
hunt
illegally
,
I
do
n't
want
to
hurt
Gale
or
Greasy
Sae
or
the
butcher
or
even
the
Peacekeepers
back
home
who
are
my
customers
by
publicly
announcing
they
'd
breaking
the
law
,
too
.
Here
's
the
real
story
of
how
I
got
the
money
for
Prim
's
goat
,
Lady
.
It
was
a
Friday
evening
,
the
day
before
Prim
's
tenth
birthday
in
late
May
.
As
soon
as
school
ended
,
Gale
and
I
hit
the
woods
,
because
I
wanted
to
get
enough
to
trade
for
a
present
for
Prim
.
Maybe
some
new
cloth
for
a
dress
or
a
hairbrush
.
Our
snares
had
done
well
enough
and
the
woods
were
flush
with
greens
,
but
this
was
really
no
more
than
our
average
Friday-night
haul
.
I
was
disappointed
as
we
headed
back
,
even
though
Gale
said
we
'd
be
sure
to
do
better
tomorrow
.
We
were
resting
a
moment
by
a
stream
when
we
saw
him
.
A
young
buck
,
probably
a
yearling
by
his
size
.
His
antlers
were
just
growing
in
,
still
small
and
coated
in
velvet
.
Poised
to
run
but
unsure
of
us
,
unfamiliar
with
humans
.
Beautiful
.
Less
beautiful
perhaps
when
the
two
arrows
caught
him
,
one
in
the
neck
,
the
other
in
the
chest
.
Gale
and
I
had
shot
at
the
same
time
.
The
buck
tried
to
run
but
stumbled
,
and
Gale
's
knife
slit
his
throat
before
he
knew
what
had
happened
.
Momentarily
,
I
'd
felt
a
pang
at
killing
something
so
fresh
and
innocent
.
And
then
my
stomach
rumbled
at
the
thought
of
all
that
fresh
and
innocent
meat
.
