Hrigg
Jul 26, 2005, 04:38 PM
Hey Journal,
It's me, Doug Funnie. I saw Patti again today, so I walked over to talk to her. Before I could approach her, Chalkie ran over and started talking to her before I could. Well, I never got to talk to her because they started walking off, ignoring me.
Earlier today, Skeeter came by and asked if I could come with him to summer camp in a week. He said his mom lets him go to summer camp so he can get away from his mutant ferret. His mutant ferret let him have it last night. I can still see the bruises on his back from when his mutant ferret pushed him downstairs to his room. I told Skeeter I'd go with him and he was really happy about it. I don't think he'd be sane right now if he didn't have me as his friend.
I can almost remember the other night when we were walking home and these two guys were following us carrying knives. We kept circling corners and hiding until we lost them. But, one of them lunged out and took me down by surprise. Skeeter stood there frightened. The guy pummeled me in the face a few times before I kicked him off of me.Then, he went for Skeeter. Skeeter was crying and yelling for someone to help him. I thought about what Quailman would do and quickly sought out an idea. The guy's friend, by this time, started running off while the guy tackled Skeeter and started choking him to death. I couldn't let this guy hurt my best friend, so I jumped on him and jabbed my fists at him. I didn't care what I was doing as long as it diverted his attention away from Skeeter. Nothing seemed to work on this guy, and then I snapped a branch from a tree nearby and bashed him in the head. The guy fell over and Skeeter jumped to his feet, gasping for air. Skeeter grabbed my arm and we ran off.
We stopped a few minutes later and rested for a moment. My nose was leaking blood and Skeeter had a bruises around his neck. Skeeter began to cry and I did, too. Something like this has never happened before in Bluffington and we were afraid it was going to happen again.
Anyways, Journal, it's getting late and I need to feed Porkchop.
Talk to you tomorrow.
http://pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_wacko.gif
It's me, Doug Funnie. I saw Patti again today, so I walked over to talk to her. Before I could approach her, Chalkie ran over and started talking to her before I could. Well, I never got to talk to her because they started walking off, ignoring me.
Earlier today, Skeeter came by and asked if I could come with him to summer camp in a week. He said his mom lets him go to summer camp so he can get away from his mutant ferret. His mutant ferret let him have it last night. I can still see the bruises on his back from when his mutant ferret pushed him downstairs to his room. I told Skeeter I'd go with him and he was really happy about it. I don't think he'd be sane right now if he didn't have me as his friend.
I can almost remember the other night when we were walking home and these two guys were following us carrying knives. We kept circling corners and hiding until we lost them. But, one of them lunged out and took me down by surprise. Skeeter stood there frightened. The guy pummeled me in the face a few times before I kicked him off of me.Then, he went for Skeeter. Skeeter was crying and yelling for someone to help him. I thought about what Quailman would do and quickly sought out an idea. The guy's friend, by this time, started running off while the guy tackled Skeeter and started choking him to death. I couldn't let this guy hurt my best friend, so I jumped on him and jabbed my fists at him. I didn't care what I was doing as long as it diverted his attention away from Skeeter. Nothing seemed to work on this guy, and then I snapped a branch from a tree nearby and bashed him in the head. The guy fell over and Skeeter jumped to his feet, gasping for air. Skeeter grabbed my arm and we ran off.
We stopped a few minutes later and rested for a moment. My nose was leaking blood and Skeeter had a bruises around his neck. Skeeter began to cry and I did, too. Something like this has never happened before in Bluffington and we were afraid it was going to happen again.
Anyways, Journal, it's getting late and I need to feed Porkchop.
Talk to you tomorrow.
http://pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_wacko.gif