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A
deer
!
Gale
and
I
have
only
brought
down
three
in
all
.
The
first
one
,
a
doe
that
had
injured
her
leg
somehow
,
almost
did
n't
count
.
But
we
knew
from
that
experience
not
to
go
dragging
the
carcass
into
the
Hob
.
It
had
caused
chaos
with
people
bidding
on
parts
and
actually
trying
to
hack
off
pieces
themselves
.
Greasy
Sae
had
intervened
and
sent
us
with
our
deer
to
the
butcher
,
but
not
before
it
'd
been
badly
damaged
,
hunks
of
meat
taken
,
the
hide
riddled
with
holes
.
Although
everybody
paid
up
fairly
,
it
had
lowered
the
value
of
the
kill
.
This
time
,
we
waited
until
dark
fell
and
slipped
under
a
hole
in
the
fence
close
to
the
butcher
.
Even
though
we
were
known
hunters
,
it
would
n't
have
been
good
to
go
carrying
a
150-pound
deer
through
the
streets
of
District
12
in
daylight
like
we
were
rubbing
it
in
the
officials
'
faces
.
The
butcher
,
a
short
,
chunky
woman
named
Rooba
,
came
to
the
back
door
when
we
knocked
.
You
do
n't
haggle
with
Rooba
.
She
gives
you
one
price
,
which
you
can
take
or
leave
,
but
it
's
a
fair
price
.
We
took
her
offer
on
the
deer
and
she
threw
in
a
couple
of
venison
steaks
we
could
pick
up
after
the
butchering
.
Even
with
the
money
divided
in
two
,
neither
Gale
nor
I
had
held
so
much
at
one
time
in
our
lives
.
We
decided
to
keep
it
a
secret
and
surprise
our
families
with
the
meat
and
money
at
the
end
of
the
next
day
.
This
is
where
I
really
got
the
money
for
the
goat
,
but
I
tell
Peeta
I
sold
an
old
silver
locket
of
my
mother
's
.
That
ca
n't
hurt
anyone
.
Then
I
pick
up
the
story
in
the
late
afternoon
of
Prim
's
birthday
.
Gale
and
I
went
to
the
market
on
the
square
so
that
I
could
buy
dress
materials
.
As
I
was
running
my
fingers
over
a
length
of
thick
blue
cotton
cloth
,
something
caught
my
eye
.
There
's
an
old
man
who
keeps
a
small
herd
of
goats
on
the
other
side
of
the
Seam
.
I
do
n't
know
his
real
name
,
everyone
just
calls
him
the
Goat
Man
.
His
joints
are
swollen
and
twisted
in
painful
angles
,
and
he
's
got
a
hacking
cough
that
proves
he
spent
years
in
the
mines
.
But
he
's
lucky
.
Somewhere
along
the
way
he
saved
up
enough
for
these
goats
and
now
has
something
to
do
in
his
old
age
besides
slowly
starve
to
death
.
He
's
filthy
and
impatient
,
but
the
goats
are
clean
and
their
milk
is
rich
if
you
can
afford
it
.
One
of
the
goats
,
a
white
one
with
black
patches
,
was
lying
down
in
a
cart
.
It
was
easy
to
see
why
.
Something
,
probably
a
dog
,
had
mauled
her
shoulder
and
infection
had
set
in
.
It
was
bad
,
the
Goat
Man
had
to
hold
her
up
to
milk
her
.
But
I
thought
I
knew
someone
who
could
fix
it
.
"
Gale
,
"
I
whispered
.
"
I
want
that
goat
for
Prim
.
"
Owning
a
nanny
goat
can
change
your
life
in
District
12
.
The
animals
can
live
off
almost
anything
,
the
Meadow
's
a
perfect
feeding
place
,
and
they
can
give
four
quarts
of
milk
a
day
.
To
drink
,
to
make
into
cheese
,
to
sell
.
It
's
not
even
against
the
law
.
"
She
's
hurt
pretty
bad
,
"
said
Gale
.
"
We
better
take
a
closer
look
.
"
We
went
over
and
bought
a
cup
of
milk
to
share
,
then
stood
over
the
goat
as
if
idly
curious
.
