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ut we’re both so hungry were done in a couple of minutes.
My stomach is in no way satisfied. “Tomorrow’s a hunting
day,” I say.
“I won’t be much help with that,” Peeta says. “I’ve never
hunted before.”
“I’ll kill and you cook,” I say. “And you can always gather.”
“I wish there was some sort of bread bush out there,” says
Peeta.
“The bread they sent me from District Eleven was still
warm,” I say with a sigh. “Here, chew these.” I hand him a
couple of mint leaves and pop a few in my own mouth.
It’s hard to even see the projection in the sky, but it’s clear
enough to know there were no more deaths today. So Cato
and Thresh haven’t had it out yet.
“Where did Thresh go? I mean, what’s on the far side of the
circle?” I ask Peeta.
“A field. As far as you can see it’s full of grasses as high as
my shoulders. I don’t know, maybe some of them are grain.
There are patches of different colors. But there are no paths,”
says Peeta.
“I bet some of them are grain. I bet Thresh knows which
ones, too,” I say. “Did you go in there?”
“No. Nobody really wanted to track Thresh down in that
grass. It has a sinister feeling to it. Every time I look at that
field, all I can think of are hidden things. Snakes, and rabid animals,
and quicksand,” Peeta says. “There could be anything in
there.”
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