Um…there was a bear.

I’m lying. There was no bear. There was Minecraft, and we haven’t found the polar bears yet.

Technically there could have been a bear, I suppose, but let’s be honest. I’m still procrastinating on the wither skelly farm that I need for beacons so I can finish the stupid slime farm.

12 fiction words, 321 total words

TWELVE.

*sigh* I’m ahead tonight with 28. I have no excuse.

Bai!