Jonah has a minion!

Esther the Harebel


The Harvest Kumos
Owner: Lisa

Age: 2 years, 3 months, 2 days

Born: September 2nd, 2020

Adopted: 2 years, 3 months, 2 days ago

Adopted: September 2nd, 2020

Nominate Pet for Spotlight


  • Level: 1
  • Strength: 10
  • Defense: 10
  • Speed: 10
  • Health: 10
  • HP: 10/10
  • Intelligence: 0
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 11
  • Job: Unemployed

Growing up in a family of wealth had been good. Jonah had every opportunity a boy could possibly ask for. He played lacrosse, had the choicest equipment. Art lessons came with professional equipment, even though he didn't take to it and the supplies eventually got thrown out. He was given three different instruments of top quality before settling on the acoustic guitar. But living in a family who had friends in high places, whose life revolved around money, society, and capitalism, took its toll. He had stopped going to the society functions years before. It was too much talk about business and money and who had was so fake and stupid. Even discussions at the family dinner table centered around what they had each accomplished that day or that week, at school or at work. He wondered why any of it really mattered. Why did money matter? Prestige? Position? It certainly didn't make anyone a better person.

Jonah took more and more time away on his own on the weekends, hiking and camping. He had taken it upon himself, without his parents' knowledge, to learn the skills it took to survive off the land, mostly so that if he got stranded during a hike or when camping, he could fend for himself until help arrived. It started as a fun hobby, a way to gain more confidence in himself that had nothing to do with wealth or privilege. But slowly, he began to think more about living off the land for good. He really liked the idea of being self-sufficient, of not having to rely on money or position. He began to dream about moving away from the big city, into the Northern wilderness, building a cabin, and living far from the fake, privileged life he was living.

He broke the news to his parents at dinner one night, a few days before he was due to move to his new university, the same ivy league school his father had attended. To say his parents took it bad was a massive understatement. His siblings were shocked. But he stood firm in his decision. He had already come into his trust fund money last year when he turned 18. There was nothing they could do about that - the money was his legally, to do as he pleased. They shook their heads at their oldest boy as he described the cabin he had already found online that he was going to buy, about the land it came with next to a river and 50 miles from the nearest town. His family did not understand in the slightest why the boy would want to leave this life for a life where he would have to work so hard. To them, money and privilege was freedom. But to Jonah, freedom was the new life he had chosen for himself.

Jonah is inspired by my own sort of pipe dream of moving to Alaska and living off the land. But I have not the wealth nor drive to do so.
story by Lisa, background logs from SnappyGoat, leaves from NetClipart, pine branch from PNGmart

Pet Treasure

Burnished Acoustic Guitar

Amateur Cabin Painting

Forest Dome Tent

Heavy Duty Metal Tent Pegs

Rubber Mallet

Forest Mummy Sleeping Bag

Green Camping Chair

Forest Hiking Backpack

Camping Stove

Portable Camping Stove

Forest Matchbook

Mosquito Coil

Field Hunting Knife

Flintlock Rifle

Hiking Maps

Nutty Hiking Trail Mix

Hiking Poles

Plas-Tek Giant Hacksaw


Claw Hammer

Pet Friends