Game of Thrones: The Hound’s Journal, Part 3


 

Dear Diary,

Today was a very emotional day for me. It was very stressful and even drinking some of my special tea didnt help calm me down. It’s an organic honey-nightshade-tea made with all natural, hand picked leaves and brewed with natural glacial water (i get it from the wall when it weeps).

It normally helps me sleep like a Brodor (I hear thats what they are calling him now) with a Bran mind trick but not today.

Arya and I were riding back from the wedding when we came across a quaint little resaurant. I had never been there before but I recognzed some of the patrons so we decided to give it a go.

Let me tell you, this was the worst establishment I’ve ever been to. First of all, there was no filtered water. Secondly, they didn’t cater to an kind of gluten-free or organic dietary needs. Lastly, and most distubringly, the chickens they had were NOT free range. In fact, the chickens’ housing was so poor, I wouldn’t have let Arya stay in that coop for more than a week.

They were in terrible conditions – I could hear it in thier clucking. I asked to speak with the manager and explained to him very simply that I was taking all of the chickens and would be leaving.

He refused my initial request but after I murdered him and everyone else in the resteraunt, I was able to set the chickens free. They ran across the countryside with a new found freedom and I had an overwhelming sense of accomplishment and pride.

It was a rollercoaster of emotions for sure, but in the end, it was worth it.

Until next time,
Sandor

Tags: Game Of Thrones

  • polk14

    LOL!

  • Razorhog

    I’ll free all the fucking chickens