I woke up at first light but it was not the light that woke me but the smell of burning. My stomach churned over, however I think that was from being hungry more than the smell of smoke! It was those olive pickers burning the cut down branches two fields away. Now people mean FOOD. I ran through the fields to where the fire was crackling but as I approached I was met with a VERY big black dog, and clearly he was not too happy with me entering his "so called" domain. Now I might be small but I have had to flight my corner all too often in Mr Greeks home, and yes a fight pursued. I think it would have gone on allot longer if I had not been outnumbered, the cowardly black dog had to call for help from the olive pickers! They came running with sticks to help him and beat me off.........
I had no option but to make a run for it, my only injury was a cut to my rear leg (that still shows the scar), but I was more hurt by the fact I had failed to secure food because I know where there are humans there is FOOD.....
So I made my way on to the next village...................
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