Day 3

I have finally gotten an opportunity to write. We arrived at a paper mill, as it is called, today. There were children there, they were being given a tour of how this paper stuff is made. Apparently they are using us, they said something about debarking, and turning us into wood chips then pressure cooking us. It sounds like a painful process, but it can't be that bad. Not that it matters, as I do not have much of a choice.