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I tried leaving food on my plate, a femur I think. I told my dad I had filled up on breadfruit, but he didn't believe me. Still, I was able to sneak the flesh under the table to my hungry pet leopard, Mr. Spots.

It's disgusting watching grampa eat. He can barely chew his organs, and he makes a weird whistling sound whenever he sucks on marrow. Also, I think my nose piercings might be infected---the bone keeps falling out.

Great. Another team of missionaries paddled up to our village today. Everyone else waved andwhile they licked their chops. I pretended to be excited, but my stomache growled in protest. I'm just not a people person.

The village shaman chastised me for eating too many bananas. Now my parents are packing twice as much dried man meat in my lunch as before. I don't care. I trade it with the fat kid at school for his onions.

This morning our scouts captured a servant who had strayed from a British caravan. They said his name was "Stew."

My brother Bwata says "you are what you eat". If that's true I guess I'll never be a man. He's such a dick.

I really wanted to kiss Mitzi, behind the elders hut, but she had someone stuck in her teeth. Gross.

I tried to tell my mom that I didn't want to eat human flesh any more. She said the gods gave us canine teeth for a reason. Hers have fallen out.

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