They cut down trees and rip up shrubs There’s nothing they leave untouched I just don’t get it Why do those pigs have to behave like that Don’t they care about our world 10
tuesday Dear Diary Are you sure you don’t mind if I call you Diary I haven’t bothered to come up with a better name for you I mean I know you’re not a real person I’m just talking to myself here but somehow it still feels a little weird It’s a lot easier if I imagine I’m writing a letter Once I even tried sending a letter in a bottle but I never got an answer Yesterday I got up and went to the beach before sunrise I wanted to paint the view from the beach did I already tell you I love to paint Anyway I sat down and waited for the sun to appear from below the horizon so I could capture its hues as accurately as possible I had just unpacked my paints and brushes when the sun’s rays started to peek out from behind the ocean It was so beautiful that for a moment 11 Date
the only thing I could do was gaze at it Then I remembered why I was there and started mixing some paint colors I had just done the outlines of the beach and the waves when I noticed a dark shape that stood out against the sand I didn’t know what it was Anyway I didn’t have any time to waste The sun was still rising so I tried to focus on painting its colors However the dark shape just beyond the breaking waves kept distracting me My imagination was running wild and I couldn’t concentrate on my painting at all Eventually I had to stop working on it I went over to investigate The bundle was black and covered in gunk For a second I was afraid it might be alive but when it didn’t move I decided to be brave and bent down for a closer look I poked the bundle and then backed off ready to flee but when it still didn’t move I went over to check it out Trash It was nothing but garbage 12
