What I Would Have Done

Last night they killed me in my badger hole. I was resting, my eyes were shut, not a care in the world. But they came with pick axes and hearts full of hatred. They did not bother to pull me out, just savagely slice me as I slept. I am glad that I did not know, because I would have gone wild. I would have crawled out of that hole and slaughtered all six of them. I would have had satisfaction too, I would have felt all mighty. If they had not killed me last night.