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“Something happy. Tell me about the happiest day you can
remember,” says Peeta.
Something between a sigh and a huff of exasperation leaves
my mouth. A happy story? This will require a lot more effort
than the soup. I rack my brains for good memories. Most of
them involve Gale and me out hunting and somehow I don’t
think these will play well with either Peeta or the audience.
That leaves Prim.
“Did I ever tell you about how I got Prim’s goat?” I ask. Peeta
shakes his head, and looks at me expectantly. So I begin. But
carefully. Because my words are going out all over Panem.
And while people have no doubt put two and two together
that I hunt illegally, I don’t want to hurt Gale or Greasy Sae or
the butcher or even the Peacekeepers back home who are my
customers by publicly announcing they’d breaking the law,
too.
Here’s the real story of how I got the money for Prim’s goat,
Lady. It was a Friday evening, the day before Prim’s tenth
birthday in late May. As soon as school ended, Gale and I hit
the woods, because I wanted to get enough to trade for a
present for Prim. Maybe some new cloth for a dress or a hairbrush.
Our snares had done well enough and the woods were
flush with greens, but this was really no more than our average
Friday-night haul. I was disappointed as we headed back,
even though Gale said we’d be sure to do better tomorrow. We
were resting a moment by a stream when we saw him. A
young buck, probably a yearling by his size. His antlers were
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