Chapter Title: Shadows And Tall Trees
My Title: Slaying A Pig
Perspective: Jack
Wow I can’t believe Ralph got so excited over hunting when he hates it. That game we played where Robert was pretending to be a pig was so fun, almost as fun as rugger. We jabbed him with the dull end of our spears and he pretended to die. Everyone licked their lips at Robert. I happened to lick off a layer of brine. Robert laughed at us licking our lips. Everyone was so psyched while the game was going on but after that the mood calmed down a bit. Jack suggested that they should use the littluns in Roberts place and actually kill them. He said they were useless because all they do is eat, sleep, and poop wherever they feel like it. I think that this might lead to neglect and attack. It seems that Jack doesn't like the littluns. All the boys are convinced there is a beast because they saw the dead pilot. Their imagination took over and they thought that the dead pilot was the beast with wings, claws, and teeth. Even though Ralph likes hunting now he is still a big jerk. He always has a dun expression on and he is too focused on getting rescued. He is impervious to other people’s ideas. He doesn't even have control over his group. All he wants to do is to go back to the moors where he lived. I can't even talk it over with him because he doesn't listen to anyone. He thinks that he is still the chief but we all drifted away and he still doesn't get it. I think that I should have been leader. If I was I would have gotten our priorities straight. Hunting is our number one priority. Also I wouldn’t have had stupid rules like you have to have the conch to speak. Everyone would probably listen to me and not ignore me like they do to Ralph.
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