I had stayed up most of the night. After crafting and smelting and practicing, I finally decided to go to bed. I had a horrible dream. I was caught without my armor and attacked by many creepers and endermen. I had to fight the Ender Army. and the high ranks were Ender Dragons. I was low on health and scared to death, I had to act. My diamond sword had broken and all I had was the pickaxe. I swung my pick at as many monsters as I could. I finally killed them all.
I woke up, finding it was only a dream. I prepared my breakfast: pork-chops. I enjoyed those pork-chops for all they were worth. Finishing with a slight "mm" sound, I stood up from the table and announced I would go hunting near the old town. The old town was attacked by a group of creepers and exploded. The villagers were able to retrieve some needs and wants. But overall, not much survived. My wife woke up just as I walked out the door.
"Steven, are you going hunting again?" she yelled.
"Yes, yes I am." I replied.
"You forgot your bow!" she yelled and I came to claim it. I thanked her and set off. My son, Steve, called for my asking if he could go, but he knew the answer, but my wife still told him.
Today was a special day: I just didn't notice it yet. I had forgotten the lesson I had learned at age six with my father: watch out for daylight creepers. Before he met my mother, when he was just 15, he had built his house, farmed successfully, and mined greatly. He was able to capture a creeper, but the creeper blew up by creeping on him in the pen. It took him four days to dig out of the cave.
I had walked about three kilometers. I was now in the desert. It was cactus forest. It started to rain. As it got foggier, I got more worried, not even knowing why. When that creeper popped out, I had one thought: I forgot my armor.
Fighting the creeper was dangerous. My wife may have as well been the death of me that day, because she only gave me my bow: it was one of her tests on my memory such as getting my arrows AND my bow. After smacking the creeper with my bow, it broke. I couldn't defeat the creeper alone. The new town came to save me just as the creeper hissed. They shot hundreds of arrows at the creeper and killed it. I thanked them, and they welcomed me. Finally, I made it home.
I woke up, finding it was only a dream. I prepared my breakfast: pork-chops. I enjoyed those pork-chops for all they were worth. Finishing with a slight "mm" sound, I stood up from the table and announced I would go hunting near the old town. The old town was attacked by a group of creepers and exploded. The villagers were able to retrieve some needs and wants. But overall, not much survived. My wife woke up just as I walked out the door.
"Steven, are you going hunting again?" she yelled.
"Yes, yes I am." I replied.
"You forgot your bow!" she yelled and I came to claim it. I thanked her and set off. My son, Steve, called for my asking if he could go, but he knew the answer, but my wife still told him.
Today was a special day: I just didn't notice it yet. I had forgotten the lesson I had learned at age six with my father: watch out for daylight creepers. Before he met my mother, when he was just 15, he had built his house, farmed successfully, and mined greatly. He was able to capture a creeper, but the creeper blew up by creeping on him in the pen. It took him four days to dig out of the cave.
I had walked about three kilometers. I was now in the desert. It was cactus forest. It started to rain. As it got foggier, I got more worried, not even knowing why. When that creeper popped out, I had one thought: I forgot my armor.
Fighting the creeper was dangerous. My wife may have as well been the death of me that day, because she only gave me my bow: it was one of her tests on my memory such as getting my arrows AND my bow. After smacking the creeper with my bow, it broke. I couldn't defeat the creeper alone. The new town came to save me just as the creeper hissed. They shot hundreds of arrows at the creeper and killed it. I thanked them, and they welcomed me. Finally, I made it home.