I am no longer dying on hills. Once my enemies march their tired sweaty asses to the top of my hill I am going to crucify them as an example to the others. Get the fuck off my hill. All you will find here is humiliation and shame. And god help you if I come down off my hill because it’s a pita to walk back up there so if I’m going all the way to the bottom I’m going to make it count.
There’s a clean spring up here. We got sheep, we got goats, we got cattles. There’s an orchard. Four years worth of grain in the granary and there’s like a dozen cats, two owls, and a weasel on rat duty.
I’m staying up here as long as I want. it’s great up here. We’ve got a wine cellar. Y’all have fun with your dysentery down in the miserable lowlands with a high water table and endemic malaria down there.
i mean it sounds like you could spend your whole life up there pretty happily
Well, they couldn’t stay for their whole life or they would die on that hill.