Adventures in wild horse taming...and by wild horse I mean totally tame horse

So one of our neighbor's horses got loose in our yard today. It was super weird because rather than there being a fence down, her going through it, or her jumping over...it turned out that she'd gone UNDER the fence. Yeah. Under it. Huge horse.

There is a portion of our fence that only has one string of barbed wire (just a few feet of fence) but the neighbors have the white electric cord type fence around their whole property (they never turn it on, it just helps the horses see where the fences are because they have a lot of land and they take in retired horses so they don't want any new horse running around and ending up running into a fence because they can't see it) so that does the trick keeping them in. Apparently, at some point, one of the poles for the white fence came up a bit and took the cords with it. My mom and I are assuming that the mare was eating (as they usually do when they are out) and was able to get under easily with her head down. Since the neighbors weren't home...we had to find a way to get her to go BACK under. Have you ever tried to wrestle a stubborn horse away from food without a halter and only yourself? It's impossible.

Ski rope! We have a speed boat so my mom went and got one of the soft ropes for skiing and I wrapped it around her neck, somehow managed to get her to lift her head with my mom's help, then wrapped another portion around her nose and held it all together under her chin as a makeshift halter. Like magic, she was suddenly ready to do whatever I asked her to. Thank the heavens she was halter trained so well.

The adventure was now getting her to go under the fence again which meant trying to keep her head down. She did at first but after I went under, she decided to lift her head some and the one bit of wire brushed against the top of her head. Obviously...this was terrifying. She panicked and bolted but thankfully it meant she made it through to her own field with only a few hairs on the wire to show she'd ever been there and the rope, since I was the only thing holding it together, easily slid off as she galloped away. She only went a few yards before stopping and going right back to eating. She was traumatized only until she remembered that she was eating.

I was standing to the side (just to be safe) so she didn't even brush me in her wild escape but all that wrestling with her before has left my arms a little sore. A reminder of the interesting adventure that began my day. My mom and I tried to fix the fence some...we're just hoping it doesn't happen again. I think we got lucky getting her through this time, next time may be more difficult now that the fence claimed some of her mane.

Not Alone

Please tell me I'm not the only one who checks behind the shower curtain for monsters before I go to the bathroom.

My bathroom is not really conducive to monster attacks (I'd see them coming as my shower is next to the toilet with a little wall separating the two and a huge mirror from which I can see the entire bathroom) but my sister's bathroom...that's another story. Her bathroom is tiny, tiny, tiny and her toilet is crammed up right between her little sink area and her shower. She always keeps her shower curtain closed (I often fail to do so with mine...or WIN when it comes to monster checks) so whenever I find myself using her bathroom I have to check behind that curtain. There's never really any plan as to what I would do were I to find a monster...or serial killer. In my sister's bathroom I'd pretty much be doomed considering how little space there is in there to put up any sort of fight. That and bathroom doors swing inward. Who the heck had that bright idea?! Sure, you don't accidentally hurt any cats who have been stationed outside your door waiting for you to return, but what about your safety? It's so much easier to run away when the door swings out with you.

For the sake of monster attacks, I really think bathroom doors should swing outward. Especially if said attack is coming from outside the bathroom and you have to run and hide INSIDE it (like in every thriller movie ever when the main character has to hide in the bathroom from a killer). Wouldn't it be better to slam the door forward into someone if they are trying to break in? Wouldn't it be better that they have to try and pull the door open rather than easily kicking it in? I vote yes. Bathroom doors should swing outwards and all shower curtains should remain open at all times...even though it apparently helps reduce the growth of mold to close them.

Okay, I am a grown woman. I do not feel the need to check under my bed anymore (although, to be fair, I have purposefully packed a lot of boxes under my bed so there's no way a cat can even fit under there let alone a monster or killer). My closet is guarded by a cardboard cutout of Legolas I got when I was in High School so no worries there either. Yet, the shower curtain remains a mysterious pressence in my fears. Whenever I come across closed shower curtains (even in a friend's house) there is always this weird feeling in the back of my mind that I absolutely must check behind that curtain as if just the act of checking will make any monsters disappear and everything will be safe again. It's almost a suicidal feeling though because, as I mentioned before, what the heck would I do if there WAS something there? It's too bad the feeling can't be ignored. It would almost be safer not to check. What is it about showers that makes them so terrifying? Closing your eyes EVER when you are in the shower...bad idea. Who knows what could be lurking on the other side of that ominous curtain. I suppose it's not the showers themselves then...it's the curtains. It all comes back to the curtains.

***Reality check***

I'm 25 (almost 26). Why in the heck do I feel the need to make sure there are no monsters, dead bodies, or killers hiding in the shower?

**Reality check check**

Why would anyone NOT feel the need to check for monsters, dead bodies, or killers? Good habits to form to prepare for future incidents. Trust your gut. If the shower feels dangerous...it most certainly is dangerous.

*Reality check check check*

The world is a dangerous place and we should be afraid of EVERYTHING. Excuse me while I go turn my bathroom doors around and burn all the shower curtains. They are obviously portals to you-know-where...yes you do...yes you do know where...

My computer died...now I have a new one

Well, Robin Hood gave up the ghost (more accurately, his hard drive did and I couldn't get the computer to work with me with a new one since I had no re-install CDs) so I went back to my dad's company to do some consulting work and bought a new computer for $730 on Black Friday. Say hi to Dell-ai Llama, or Llama llama as I like to call him. I was without a good computer (I had an old slow laptop and a tiny little computer from our TV room that we basically only bought to watch YouTube videos on our TV) for about a month. Can I tell you how torturous that was? It was torturous. The sad thing is it happened a few weeks after I decided to start doing more with my youtube channel. I managed to back everything up before it died (thank the heavens) because it was showing signs of impending failure (or, as I like to call it, DOOM) but my editing program, that has all those already half edited videos saved in it, does not work with Windows 7...well darn. I guess that means I have to start all over. Of course...that also means I need an actual good editing program. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay. :/

Well, at least I have a working computer again which means I can talk to you again and edit again and waste oh so much time again. :D

Shadowmere

A few weeks back I got a special request from a man who wanted to give his son a custom Shadowmere (a horse from the game Skyrim) for his young son's birthday. I was immediately excited for this project. Every once in a while I get a special request that I love so much, I make it a permanent listing in my shop. I've done other requests that were cool but not quite like this one. I spent three weeks with this guy making him, his tack, his blanket, all the while working with the customer to make sure everything turned out perfectly. The best reward is knowing that his son was SO EXCITED to get this horse that he has been asking non-stop when it will arrive and has apparently memorized my instructions about how to put everything on the horse (I made a video to explain it to him). It turned out so great. I miss him but I know he's going to a good home. I can't wait until someone else orders one...I want to make him again. :)

https://www.etsy.com/listing/164304858/shadowmere-plush?ref=shop_home_feat

Saving worms

It's been raining a lot for the past couple of days and today I looked out on the back patio to see that there was a good number of worms struggling to find dry ground in all the deep puddles of rain water. I have this innate desire inside of me to help living creatures whenever I can, even worms and little spiders who have trapped themselves in my bathtub right before I need to take a shower. So, I found a stick, went out into the rain, and brought every single worm to a less flooded patch of dirt or mulch. Of course, since then more worms have trapped themselves on the cement, but I am glad that I at least saved some of them. I have had to keep myself away from the back door in order to avoid going back out there and getting soaked again because I know if I see those worms struggling...I'll be right back out there in the rain and I'll have to change my clothes again to avoid getting sick.

When I was little, I remember loving to go out in the rain and splash in the puddles. I would make my way along the sidewalk and try my best not to step on any of the "silly worms" that were crawling around in my path. Every time I saw a smashed one, it made me a little sad. I remember saving worms back then too. They were slimy and gross, but kids don't usually mind that do they? I didn't use sticks to pick them up back then, I just grabbed them with my bare hands and tossed them into the grass. I'm sure I thought they enjoyed flying for a few moments too.

I still grab them with my bare hands every once in a while, but now I mostly use a stick to avoid accidentally smashing the little guys. I have to use a stick sometimes because they just refuse to be picked up and using hands and a stick to get them to curl up on themselves is really the only way to get a hold of them. Sometimes they know they've gotten themselves in trouble and they will crawl onto the stick willingly (but not my hand, it just feels too foreign to them) so that I can transport them to somewhere safe. I like those worms. I only came across one of them today. He was trapped in a rather large puddle of water and struggling to find his way out when I offered him the stick.

Poor little wormies. What can't they just crawl out onto the mulch or the top of the grass? Why on earth do they choose the cement which not only floods enough to possibly drown them, but which turns into a danger zone once the rains stops and the sun dries up all the puddles. Dry cement hurts their little worm bodies. They can't move across it as fast as wet cement and usually end up getting trapped there and dried out by the hot sun. I suppose there are people like that too. They take the hardest route and head in the wrong direction only to drown or just find themselves trapped when the rain stops and the sun comes out to dry them up. It may be easy for them to move on the wet surface (worms move easiest on wet ground which is why they come out when it's raining) but once that surface dries, they realize where they went wrong. I guess I just like to try and save some of those little wormies because I can see that where they are going isn't going to help them in the long run. I wish people could be saved just as easily. I would grab a stick, scoop them up, and drop them in the dirt.

WHO Doctor

So I was looking up stuff on the new Doctor (Peter Capaldi) and came across something that made me laugh so hard, I just had to share it with some screen caps.

So I saw this and did a double take. I promptly went to the World War Z page to confirm it.

I think I'm going to be giggling about this for the next month or so.

Misused terms

Whenever someone uses the title "busybody" to describe themselves as a human version of the energizer bunny (just going and going and going, super duper busy, always working on things, never resting, etc.), it makes me sigh and shake my head. I'd take the time to tell them they were wrong and explain to them what that title actually means and how they should phrase things they say and write in the future (without them asking for my advice of course)...but that would make me a busybody.

bus·y·bod·y  

/ˈbizēˌbädē/

Noun A meddling or prying person.

Synonyms meddler

I have actually heard this term being misused (and some might say slaughtered) several times within the last week. This surprises me because I, trapped in my naive view of the world, really thought everyone knew what a busybody was. I can see where someone could make the mistake of thinking of "busy" and "body" and translating that into "my body is always busy," but it still bothers me. I think the term you are looking for is "busy bee."

Speaking of misused terms that bother me...this next one is probably the one that irritates me the most. I don't know why, it just really really irritates me when people use the phrase to "pants" someone when they really should be saying "de-pants" someone. Honestly, saying you "pantsed" someone should translate into "I put pants on someone." They were already wearing pants; you took those pants away..."DE-PANTS."

de-

prefix

     

Definition

› used to add the meaning 'opposite', 'remove', or 'reduce' to a noun or verb

de-pants: to remove someone's pants.

It therefore follows that "pantsing" someone is the opposite of de-pantsing so next time you say you "pantsed" your cousin, you better be saying you put his pants on.

Those two are just my specialty pet peeves, but the next one is actually a very common annoyance among many English majors and civilians alike. I am, of course, referring to the improper use of the word ironic. It's ironic that so many people who grew up speaking English can't use their own language properly...or is it? Lets just say that rain on your wedding day is NOT ironic.

i·ron·ic  

/īˈränik/

Adjective Using or characterized by irony. Happening in the opposite way to what is expected, thus typically causing wry amusement.

Synonyms ironical - derisive - quizzical

The song itself, however, is surprisingly ironic because every single example of irony Alanis Morissette gives in her lyrics are, in fact, not actual examples of irony. Whether she did it on purpose or not, we will never know. All I know is that song drives me insane and so do people who say "that's ironic" when it most definitely IS NOT.

Just remember people: 

A busybody is the person who meddles in everything, knows all the gossip of the town, and who can't help but tell other people what to do. Yes, they are very busy and constantly up to no good, but that doesn't mean you can use the phrase to describe yourself as an active person. You are misusing the term. Please stop.

Considering the fact that de-pants is the proper way to say that you removed your brother's pants (the prefix de- adding the meaning remove to the noun pants) in front of the girl he had a crush on, to pants someone would actually have the opposite meaning in that it would imply that your brother was already standing there in his boxers and you put pants on him...or perhaps he was even already wearing pants and you surprised him by somehow slipping another pair of pants over the first pair (that would be quite the accomplishment actually...I think I should try that). So, next time you say you "pantsed" your brother, I am going to infer that you put a pair of pants on him for some unknown reason.

Irony. The word ironic can only be used when something is the opposite of what is expected. Having no wheel chair ramp at a handicap facility is ironic, the Titanic being labeled the "unsinkable" ship (only to have it sink on it's first trip out) is ironic, a fire truck catching fire is ironic, and Little John's name (considering that he was a very large man) is ironic. Rain on your wedding day, a free ride when you already paid, and some good advice just a little too late...those things are NOT ironic. You are misusing the term. Please stop.

Perspective

This morning, over breakfast, my family and I were talking about the Bull snakes that live around our yard and keep the rattle snakes away. Among all of the bull snakes, there is the cutest little baby one that we have seen almost every summer for the last two years. I have had run ins with him often while working out in the yard and these run ins reminded me of a tiny little garter snake that likes to hide under the pool whenever we get it set up. My mom said something about them wanting to be out in the sun and that going somewhere cool and damp seemed weird but I reminded her that garter snakes like to swim.

When we lived in my grandma's house, a little over fifteen years ago, a young garter snake slipped into the pool and couldn't get back out. My dad and I rescued it with one of those little animal head clamps you get at the zoo (coincidentally, it was a snake). While thinking of this past story I expressed my disappointment that my mom had not let me keep the snake. My little sister then piped up and said "Of course she didn't. You and Maddi killed your frogs" (or something to that effect). at which point I had to stop her and say "No...you killed our frogs."

Several years before moving to grandma's for a year, we lived in a house in Thornton, CO. While living there, my mother put us through swimming lessons at a local swimming pool. Just outside the pool building, there was this tiny pond choc full of frogs and tad poles. One day, after our swimming lessons were over, my mom helped Maddi and I catch one tad pole each. We brought them home and kept them in fish bowls. It was neat watching them change little by little. Unfortunately, they weren't as safe as we'd thought they would be in those little bowls.

While Maddi and I were off at school, Kelsey would take our tad poles out of the bowls and put them in her little Minnie Mouse music box. I would get home, see them gone, get them out of the box, and put them back. We kept telling her she couldn't do that but every day I'd come home to an empty fish bowl. Eventually, Maddi's poor tad pole died. I think Kelsey learned her lesson after that because we moved my tad pole into a larger tank in my room where he stayed and managed to grow into the tinniest most adorable frog, undisturbed by Kelsey. My mom had to go help Maddi catch a full grown frog at the same pond after her tad pole died in order to make her feel better. We kept them both in the tank in my room from then on. My frog actually lived for quite a long time and, at one point, managed to eat every last minnow I'd brought home from the lake up at our cabin (curse that frog, how was I supposed to know he'd eat my baby fishies). 

I find it interesting that, in Kelsey's mind, we killed our frogs. Somehow, she was no longer responsible. Granted, she was a very young child at the time, but it just goes to show that memories from your younger years may be, more often than not, incorrect. Her perspective on the event erased her responsibility for the death of Maddi's tad pole but my perspective kept it alive and well. It's just interesting looking back on memories like that. It makes me wonder how accurate my early memories are. Hearing the same situations and stories from different perspectives is always so interesting. In this case, I know that my side was correct (as my mother could remember the tad pole incidents as well), but who knows what memories from my past are a little skewed.

M.A.E.W.I.N. needs you!

Okay, so normally I wouldn't support a company that forces a bunch of young adults to fight to the death for job offers...but if they don't get the money they need they are going to have to exterminate pretty much everyone left in the M.A.E.W.I.N. house which would kind of suck. So, lets get kickstarting!

Okay, okay, so on a serious note the Job Hunters creators need your help. They are 19 hours away from the end of their Kickstarter project and they are still about $9,500 short of their goal. It only takes a little bit from a lot of people to reach their goal so I'm asking for your help. I have donated as much as I can afford seeing as I still have to pay a mountain of taxes from my etsy sales this year so I am going to do something for you and for them; I am going to donate my time instead. Here is the deal:

All you have to do is like the page (Nerd-Freakin-Tastic) on facebook and post your screen shot there along with a link to your etsy account (it's free so create one if you don't already have one). This is for any donations from today to the end so it has to be a new donation (as explained) of $20 or more. If their project gets funded, you get your coupon or drawing (you can specify which you will want when you post your screen cap).

For those who have already donated, you do have to up your donation $20 or more (sorry, I can't afford to give coupons to everyone who already donated and the purpose is to get them through this last leg). If this is you, take a screen cap of the amount you've already donated (remember that your username must be visible so no one tries to re-use your screen cap) and post that. 

Example:

You may then donate your extra $20 or more and take a new screen cap of the page that says "congratulations" and has your pledged amount (the page that shows up once you've checked out with amazon). If you have not yet donated and you are finally getting to it, this is the only picture I need from you. Just show me you have donated $20 or more. Please remember that you MUST have a screenshot of this exact page so I know that it is new money being donated today (now that you know of this new incentive). :)

Example:

These may be posted straight to the Nerd-Freakin-Tastic page. You can get to that page here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Nerd-freakin-tastic

I don't quite know what I'm getting myself into here (since I have an order of 5 ponies on my plate already) but I am raring to go so bring it on...just don't make me poor ha ha ha. I hope that this inspires you guys to help out and make Season 2 possible because I will be so sad if it doesn't happen.

With our help, they just may win! ;)

Season 1, Episode 1:

I knew it!

So uhhhh...remember a week ago when I made that CRAAAAAZY accusation about who I was suspicious of being Drew Thompson?

I WAS RIGHT!

Boom shaka laka my friends, boom shaka laka.

Random thought about Justified

Just a random thought for those of you who may watch the show Justified.

Sheriff Shelby...Drew Thompson? Just a thought.

Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Saying it out loud (ahem...writing it online, rather) suddenly makes it seem an incorrect and a stupid thought (considering all the stuff that is known about the mysterious Drew). Forget I ever said anything.

It's just that he's so obsessed with this widow thing. As soon as Raylan mentioned Drew's widow making a list of possible Drew's...he won't let it go. He keeps bringing her up and it's weird. Maybe don't forget I said anything just yet.

A Unicorn Jumping Over A Rainbow

So a little girl with a love for MLP: Friendship is Magic and a wish (on her Christmas list) for a Unicorn jumping over a rainbow is going to get something pretty great from Santa this year. I was glad to be a part of that gift. I think I'll have to do some other crazy requests in the future. :)

MUFFINS!

Baking With Derpy: Muffins

Step 1: Buy box of muffin mix because waiting extra time to make from scratch means less time to eat muffin.

Step 2: Get muffin tin and put paper muffin clothes in tin.

Muffins don't like being naked, they need their muffin clothes.

Step 3: Preheat baking room thing to 400 degrees farenh...frenah...that one degree that isn't cels...or whatever.

Step 4: Add the extra stuff they don't include in the box cause apparently eggs have to be cold all the time.

Step 5: Mix.

Step 6: Mix.

Step 7: Mix.

Step 8: Take the gooey and put it in the muffin clothes.

Careful not to put too much, don't fill the muffin clothes all the way.

Step 9: Put tins in the baking room but don't stay in there with them, the muffins need their privacy.

Step 10: Leave them in the room for as long as the box says to leave them in there. You can poke them with a toothpick to see if they are done but that's mean so maybe just look at them.

 Step 11: Ask the muffin if you may eat him.

Step 12: Eat all teh muffins.

ALL

OF

TEHM!

Tune in next time when we convince Derpy to make something other than muffins...maybe.

My "annoying" gift

For those of you who know me, you also know my uncanny gift to know what is going to happen in a book, movie, or show long before it happens. I can't always explain it because while sometimes it's based on a word, phrase, or look a character gives, other times it's completely based on a feeling that I get. It's not often that I'm wrong (I don't say that to be boastful, it's just true).

I started reading a book earlier today (and I'm almost finished with it now) and near the beginning I got this thought/theory about something that I immediately clung to. This theory could be summarized into a simple four word sentence that I found myself repeating over and over as I made my way through the story chapter after chapter. I won't tell you the sentence in case you go to read the book some day, but I will tell you that at 43 chapters in (out of 54), I was proved right very eloquently through the masterful story telling abilities of the writer. I cannot tell you how good it feels to have my theories proven correct. No matter how often it happens, I always find myself doing a little dance or jumping up and down while squealing as silently as possible.

Though I like to attribute the gift to my understanding of the hero's journey, to my many years of reading and watching movies, and to my own writing skills, the truth is that I was able to do this long before I'd been well read and well entertained/educated by stories and their structure. As helpful as they have become over these years (and I do know that they have increased my ability to pick up on the clues for my theories sooner) I think that I'd have to attribute it to my creativity and my sharp mind (gifts that I cannot entirely claim as ones that I gained for myself). Sometimes I wonder if my writing and story telling skills even branched from the combination of creativity and my ability to see what is coming. I wonder if this skill or gift makes my writing better?

While some family members or friends will know it simply as that annoying talent of mine at spoiling endings in the movies or shows we are watching (sorry Danielle...you know you love it too), I know it to be the reason that I can write so well, the reason that I can spin a tale, and the reason that I come up with so many story ideas that I have at least twenty book ideas sitting in my notebooks, waiting to be written. It's a gift that I am so very grateful for and one that I will never grow tired of. I can only hope my friends and family will forgive me for the side effects of such a gift...I can't let it go to waste. ;) Just know that whenever you choose to watch something with me, there will always be unintentional spoilers.

Is Breanna's theory correct? *shake* What are you asking the ball for? Of course it is!

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Sorry...had to get some frustrations out. All done. :) Huh, it kind of looks like I played a game of dominoes...only all the tiles were blank.

Oregon Trail

So a few months back I was feeling a bit nostalgic and I wanted to play me some good ol' Oregon Trail. Unfortunately I could not find the disc for the game so I decided to check around the internet to see if I could play it online. What I came across was a home made flash game version of the classic. I can't even begin to describe to you how awesome this game was. To start, I picked my team of travelers, occupation, and supplies. Then, the amusing journey began.

Off I go, into the wilderness, with my wagon train of a million oxen.

...again.

Well that was a sudden, dramatic, and tragic turn of events.

 Awww man! Well, I suppose everything, after witnessing a buffalo stampede, would be pretty dull.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Well that's nothing new.

That's Ron for you, sleeping the day away inside the wagon while we work our butts off.

Well I'm bored...lets go kill something.

Awww, what a peaceful deer.

Look mommy, that birdie is sleeping.

I'm sorry my friend, you have just walked into the wrong clearing. I really thought you would notice all the corpses of your comrades. 

Okay, back to the trail.

I blame Ron.

Ron.

Ron.

Not Ron.

Really, Ron? REALLY?!

Ron.

Please tell me that the spare was Ron.

Perfect time to do some more murde...I mean hunting.

Right in the head.

Ron ain't gonna get a lick o' you. 

One hunting trip per day? Pssssssh...I go for two...or three.

Okay...is anyone else a little freaked out by the fact that the midget deer in the corner is the same size as that gigantic blue bird?

One buffalo...

Two buffalo.

They know I killed their brethren.

I blame the prairie chickens.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! I mean...how precious that he should die in the same way as his dear loved one.

Oh hey, we're actually getting somewhere.

Well that's just great, even after death Ron is causing us trouble. 

How on earth did I do that without supplies?

That's right, I built a brand new wheel out of dry twigs and pixie dust.

And I made a spare axle out of wood chips and oxen dung.

Just used a bit more dung to make it stick.

What a beautiful desert...

Awww shoot...we're all going to die. I don't have a sailing license.

ICEBERG! Oh wait...those are boulders.

Well that was a miracle.

Joy. Well I'm hungry.

Ooops...killed too many.

GHA! Giant deer! Kill it!

How rude of giant deer to sit on somewhat large deer's face.

AHHHHHHHH! The ghost of one of the rabbits is haunting me. That's my cue to never hunt ever again.

Well yeah, we were lost for three whole days.

Wooohooo! Old faithful. No time to stick around and watch it erupt though.

Another one? Sweet, twice the good luck.

...there are no words.

Here,Ron, hold these two cracked boards together.

My lucky squirrels are no match for the bad luck of Ronald Weasley. 

Not again!

Huh...our doctor is obviously a quack.

No dry twigs or pixie dust to be found...killed a buffalo just for the ribs.

...RON?!?!?!?!

Jokes on him, he took the oxen with dysentery. 

Okay, time to throw the doctor into a buffalo stampede...although he'd probably just survive it and come back muddied and disgruntled. 

...

Obviously not due to the doctor.

Unfortunately the only thing in the wagon was rope and a gag but that was quite valuable for tying up Ron and the quack doctor.

Hey look a cabin! Maybe they'll give us directions. I've kind of forgotten where I'm going.

Maybe they'll trade me some food for Ron. Then again...Ron looks pretty tasty.

Of all the things to die of...I think Hermione was better off with us thinking she'd died in an awesome stampede.

Well...I give up.

This...THIS IS WHAT WE DID ALL THIS TRAVELING FOR?! This town is very poorly built and all the houses are baby poop green.

9 buffalo murdered...at least there's that.

Play the game here: http://www.kongregate.com/games/MindRevelation/oregon-trail