Father said during evening prayer that today was a good day. I guess he is right. No one died today, and a baby was born. Not only that, I got to gather olives today instead of chasing birds from the fields which is hard and not much fun. After dinner, there was dancing and singing. My sister snuck away and I followed her. But I stepped on a stick and she heard me behind her. She made me go back before I could even see who she came to meet. She told me that if I told anyone about it, she would tell that I was the one who broke the big jar of olive oil. Hmmmmph. It wasn't even really my fault. But she came back before the last bell and didn't look much different so it couldn't have been very important. Good night.