There were sharks falling out of the sky on Fandom. Ron had shot one, but then he'd realized that it was a fish, and fish were essentially vegetables, so shooting it would mean a waste: he couldn't eat it ( Read more... )

If you thought Ron was going to leave his home - walled-in as it was, he was in great need of a cabin - to celebrate anything, they would be wrong. He had an opportunity to take a day off and he took it with gusto. He had already personally slaughtered his meat. He was now in the process of barbecueing it. Soon he would eat it. Perhaps he would ( Read more... )

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