17th of March, 1129, Sunday
She swore to me that she didn’t write that.
It was a shock, believe me! But I rubbed it right out. I don’t like the idea of someone peeking at you, Diary! I don’t like that someone wrote in you!
Who else could it be but Rainbow? Who else is in my house right now?
But she swears. She swears that she didn’t. I don’t know what to believe.
And of all the things, she knows about that
incident
so
Really! It’s infuriating!
It’s baffling!
Although
honestly
The hoofwriting does look like mine.
You know what, I
no, no.
I see now.
I’ll have to apologize to Rainbow later for accusing her in such a way.
It’s clear. I was tired. I hadn’t even written down yesterday’s animal tally. I’m clearly exhausted, both mentally and physically, due to the sweeping events of the past few days. I must have had one of my
episodes
And wrote it myself. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
You know what, I think I’ll bake a cake for Rainbow.
She’d love that.