You open this page and it seems…..off. There are no drawings, no spelling mistakes. It felt like someone else had written this entry.
“Death dictionary, today was a wonderful daylight! My great friendship came a few daylights before he said he was going to. I was initially surprised, I thousand surely it would take more than a courage daylights to convince the fan to take me in. When I arrived at the household, the new fan was nowhere to be found. I asked him about it, he told me that the fan will be out of the household for a few daylights. Great!, I thousand, a household with no advances around halloween timetable. That meantime we'll be able to eat as much candy as we please!”
You set the book down, confused by what you just read. It's now the 30th, meaning that this only took place a couple days ago. You start to wonder about how this diary ended up discarded on the side of the road so soon after this last entry. Your thinking is interrupted by a breaking news story showing on your tv