Highlights from the Diary of Pop
June 24, 1980
Spaces so tight,
I am so filled with fright.
From here, where to go?
Will I ever know?
I can’t see again, although this time it is due to the darkness not lack of eyes. I know that my last entry was a little rushed so let me explain myself. My name is Pop. I am a stuffed buffalo with brown curly fur, dark brown eyes, and a big black nose. I am currently on my way to a toy store stuffed into a box with three other buffalo, six cats (that WILL NOT be quiet), and eight dogs. Who the stupid idiot was that put dogs and cats in the same box together, I have no idea, but we are managing to keep them separated. There are also lots of fluffy white things in here; I think that they are called peanuts, but they sure don’t taste like it. Well, there is another fight breaking out so I must go stop it. I will write again when I have some idea of where I am going.
I am so filled with fright.
From here, where to go?
Will I ever know?
I can’t see again, although this time it is due to the darkness not lack of eyes. I know that my last entry was a little rushed so let me explain myself. My name is Pop. I am a stuffed buffalo with brown curly fur, dark brown eyes, and a big black nose. I am currently on my way to a toy store stuffed into a box with three other buffalo, six cats (that WILL NOT be quiet), and eight dogs. Who the stupid idiot was that put dogs and cats in the same box together, I have no idea, but we are managing to keep them separated. There are also lots of fluffy white things in here; I think that they are called peanuts, but they sure don’t taste like it. Well, there is another fight breaking out so I must go stop it. I will write again when I have some idea of where I am going.