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[Dec. 6th, 2037|01:29 pm] |
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Today I found out where the gulls come from. They come from eggs: all white and blank and weird. They do. They break out of them and flap and meep until a big gull opens its mouth and gives the slimy little thing something disgusting to eat. And then they get bigger. Someone should stop them. If they grow like that they'll take over the world. I think one of Mom Snow's friends is an Agent of the Gulls. Her eyes look like gulls eggs. White and blank and weird. I think she wants to take over the world. I think there's a plot. She's in league with the gulls. They leave messages on the windows and on my step. Nasty white streaks. But no one seems to know it. I must be on my guard, because people are no good at understanding danger--they're practically bald and don't have enough legs. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2037|02:47 pm] |
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Watched the gulls again today. They found a fish. I wanted the fish but the gulls screeched at me. I went back to the place with the people to find cheese instead. There was a strange woman there, she called me Petit Chat but I ignored her. I'm not little. I'm perfectly sized. She made the dark-haired mom sweat and raise her ruff, only she doesn't have a ruff. Poor person. The one with the claw, Mom Snow, wasn't there to fight. Where is she? The other mom finished sweating and then clucked at me like a chicken. But she gave me cheese. I bumped her head with mine to tell her I'm not a bird, then went back out to chase the stinky gulls. |
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[Nov. 29th, 2037|06:32 pm] |
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I do not like ham in bags. I like ham outside the bag. Ham on the floor, ham on my special Zack plate, ham in the palm of Mom Snow's hand. How come no one scritches me under the chin just right when she's not here? |
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[Nov. 24th, 2037|01:52 pm] |
 She's very strange. She makes everyone else act very strange, like little birds with a panther in the garden. But she's not a panther, she's like a fox with its foot in a trap. She smells like something burning. And her paints smell nasty. |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2037|12:49 pm] |
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Gulls taste bad. Oily and strong. Not like chicken. Cheese is better. |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2037|12:13 pm] |
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My new house is by the water. There are gulls. They shriek at each other when I try to sleep in the sun. I jump up onto the pilings at the edge and smile at them. Soon there will be fewer gulls. |
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