Blog 3 Jack...

Having the pig escape last time clouded my mnd and thought brining back food would make me leader. I tohught this was a glimmer of hope for me to become leader of these mindless rables. Finding nothing and going back to camp I saw many leaves all tied up in a neat little festoon. To most people this would be a nice little thing to look at but to me it just seems like a another thing that got in my way. Just like that Ralph to me. Just another flower for me to crush, another wall to break down all in due time. He's to worried about something that has slim to none chance of happening. He should be worried more about surrvival than working for some hopless fantasy. As I walked down to the beach tendrils started to pop up in front of me as if somhing was letting them go. I look up and just some monkeys playing around reminding me of the children. Wasting his time building huts was Ralph at the beach. It seemed very oppressive of him to waste time building these. There should have been an election about this rather than it just happening. Fruits alone isnt enough, these growing boys need protein. I don't understand why everyone just does'nt break his legs by now. That fat one too..oh that fat whats-his-face. Ralph seemed very inscrutable, so lost in his work he's not helping the group hes just stimulating his onw ideals. He was just foucising on on thing and that was building huts. Wasting all his efforts on that and nothin more to help the group. I asked to get us some new better,sharper barbs to help us hunt but he didn't. He seemed bewildered when I asked him for somthing so nessesacry which surprised me but he's a bad leader and had every one elses favor, what coud I do? He kept giving me an angered flaunt which made me feel like the heat or the isolation had gotten to his head. He seemed like a very furtive person and only seemed to open up occasionly to Piggy.