the wizarsds are huanting me again

they gather around their crystal ball and chant isms at me. it's not fair. wolves can't see past the material realm into balls. sometimes i wish they would cast their ire towards cats and squirrels. i found half a beef and cheddar behind the arbys again today. my hunter instincts are so sharp. sharper than blades and fangs and claws. i hope my brother gets better. canser sucks.