Tonya's adventures (Patreon)

Tonya started feeling quite established on the island. She got used to its shifty temper and almost lost all her hope for a rescue. Days were going by one after another, turning into weeks until Tonya completely lost a count. That’s her life now: hunting, fishing, collecting fruits, gathering mushrooms and berries. Luckily, there was plenty of food and water, meaning that she had some spare time to entertain herself: upgrade the dwelling, cook something new from the available ingredients, and also train partridges that fell into her snares. The latter was certainly a total bust yet a fun time killer.

And now it is time for the berries: Tonya decided to make a jam of some kind by mixing berries with honey that she reclaimed from the bees. The jam turned so delicious, yet Tonya thought, how would it be nice to spread it on a toast while licking down sugary mass from her fingers, and that thought made her immediately sad. She would’ve killed for a fresh crunchy toast! All this stuff made her feel homesick and depressed.

Tonya shook her head a couple of times, and her tangled golden curls glinted in the sun. She slightly slapped her cheeks and forced herself to smile — it’s no time to lose heart!

Then she thought it would be nice to distract herself and look for those other berries she saw in the woods.

While gathering berries and putting them onto the wide palm leaves, she heard strange sounds coming from the tall grass. She pricked up her ears and tried to identify the sounds — it didn’t seem like something big, more like some small animals pattering. Tonya calmed down a bit and continued to gather berries even though the grass nearby was still rustling.

Soon enough, she started to hear some funny grunting and squealing approaching her, and in a moment, a few small striped piglets came out of the woods. Where did they come from? Tonya has never seen any pigs here before. When the piglets surrounded Tonya, she was surprised to find out they’re interested in her clothes that were made of leaves. The bravest and boldest of piglets started to chew her skirt, pulling it lower and lower. Tonya laughed, then turned around and quickly picked up the piggy. It began to squeal and break out, but Tonya managed to squeeze its plumpy little body and soft skin for a bit.

The piglets scattered, then Tonya raised her head to the sky, which was coming through the tree branches, and smiled. It was those little things that life gave her, and she was grateful for them. She must stay positive and don’t give up her hope for rescue. She will return home one day...