I've read your pet diary, Yummeh CupCake! And I think yours is great, too!
Dear Saltface,
By the time we arrived, it was already dark. Our campsite was pretty cool. There were four cabins. They were in sort of a circle around this patio thing. Surrounding the cabins was heaps of rugged, snowy mountains.
Two of the cabins were our sleeping areas. One was for boys, one was for girls. Mum was sharing with the girls, while Dad camped out with us boys. Our cabin was pretty sweet. It had a huge couch, plus a number of chairs and tables, a couple of awesome lamps, four beds, and a TV! The view outside the windows was absolutely amazing. Cassius saw a fox, who, according to Cassius, waved at us. I believe him, since he is the most truthful out of our one big happy family.
The other two cabins were the kitchen and the bathroom. They were nothing special.
Finally, we settled down to sleep. My bed was really cozy, especially since I was used to sleeping in the back seat of a car.
I woke up the next morning to a very loud noise. I was surprised that none of the others had woken up yet.
I went to investigate. And I saw the strangest thing.
It was a flock of ravens. And they were parading. And singing the "Do You Like Waffles" song.
"Do you like waffles?" the lead raven asked.
"Yes we like waffles!" the other ravens chorused.
"Do you like pancakes?"
"Yes we like pancakes!"
"Do you like French toast?"
"Yes we like French toast!"
It was the most pathetic thing ever. Those birds had such off-key voices.
Suddenly, one of them spotted me.
"It's a wolf!" it shouted, pointing at me.
Suddenly, they started running around in different directions, saying things like:
"OMG!!!!"
"OH NOEZ!!!"
"WE'RE GONNA DIE!!!"
I did not just chatspeak in my journal.
Anyway, the lead raven just walked up to me, pointed in my face, put its eyes up to mine, and asked in a very dramatic voice: "Do you like waffles?"
"No," I told it. It's true. I'm not very fond of waffles. I had a bad experience with them once.
"KILL IT!!" the lead raven screeched.
The ravens surrounded me. There were a lot, and it did seem sort of scary. They meant it for sure. I needed to think fast.
"What if I told you what my name is?" I asked.
"What is your name?" One raven asked.
"Voldemort," I snarled. Apparently they all read Harry Potter, because they all flew away, screaming like little girls.
Talk about strange.
Gotta go, Salty. I need to make up for lost sleep.