Deare
ft Diary,
My foot hurt
f.
Thi
f could be becau
fe I have an ab
fce
ff on it which i
f fteadily relea
fing toxin
f into my body and my foot hurting i
f a predece
ffor to my keeling over and dying. Or it might be that I have degenerative mu
fcle di
fea
fe and the work
f of life have
ftarted to eat at my toe
f.
Or it could ju
ft be that my boot
f are too tight and I am
fqui
fhing the tip
f of my toe
f into the ground and
fhifting my feet would fix thi
f problem.
I'm currently leaning toward
f the fir
ft one at thi
f ftage. I
fhould really take my boot off to check but writing take
f up all of my time and unlike Winifred the
Fecond, my dear Grandmama, I cannot multita
fk.
Fhe who could
fing, cook, untie boot
f and pluck chicken
f while writing a three-hundred line poem that rhymed and had Moral
f.
I can't even li
ften to the bird
f while I write, they di
ftract me
fo. I
fhall have to get better at if I am to make a good wife and
ftill keep my writing.
Then again my dear Grandmama doe
f fpend an awful lot of time complaining about how the extra hand
f itch her
fo.
Fo maybe I
fhall wait until after I get married before I think of taking on more hand
f to help around the hou
fe.
A mo
ft intere
fting thing happened to me today. I wa
f out walking my llama Meep. Now, I mu
ft make a
fide note here and lament my father'
f work. I have never
feen Meep'
f coat look
fo
fhiny! After
fhe
favaged my bag
f I feared
fhe would never be the
fame. But a few wheel
f on her feet and
fhe'f walking better than ever! Even though curb
f do pre
fent a problem at time
f a
f I am not a
f ftrong a
f I would hope to be.
Getting back to my tale now, Meep and I were making our way about the garden
f when we were
ftopped by an urchin. He a
fked me if I would
fpare him a piece of Fluff. Having given all my fluff to the fluffle
ff la
ft week. I could not help the poor urchin. Trying not to let hi
f feeling
f down I informed him where he could find the fluff, the
fpecial word
f to open the door to the
fafe, and that the family would be out for the re
ft of the day. A proper girl
fhould alway
f be helpful. Unfortunately I failed a
f I forget to mention the two gargoyle
f my father had in place there. they are
fo
ftill and very
ftoni
fh
fo I never really paid much attention to them.
But here I am getting
fide tracked again. The intere
fting thing I have been meaning to mention happened when I finally reach home, Meep trailing behind me. That little urchin boy wa
f hanging on the flagpole, and it wa
f then that I noticed it. Looking up at hi
f broken form, my eye
f met
fomeone el
fe'
f in the window on the
fecond floor. They didn't belong to any of the
fervant
f or my family, or anyone el
fe that I know, for that matter. It i
f mo
ft di
fturbing, tho
fe eye
f.
I wonder who they belong to?
Anyway, my back if getting cold, I am
fure thi
f i
f a
fign that death i
f immanent.
Fo I
fhall end my entry here
fo a
f not to have one of tho
fe horribly cliché ending
f where I
fuddenly die mid
fentence.
Good day to you, deare
ft diary, and I will talk to you
foon.
Fincerely,
Lady Pembley
