Dear Diary,
Tomorrow is Goblin Day. And Goblin Day is when I get sacrificed. And I get sacrificed tomorrow. And tomorrow is Goblin Day. And Goblin Day is when I get sacrificed. And I get sacrificed tomorrow. And tomorrow is Goblin Day. And Goblin Day is when I get sacrificed. And I get sacrificed tomorrow. And tomorrow is Goblin Day. And Goblin Day is when I get sacrificed. And I get sacrificed tomorrow. And tomorrow is Goblin Day. And Goblin Day is when I get sacrificed. And I get sacrificed tomorrow. And tomorrow is Goblin Day. And Goblin Day is when I get sacrificed. And I get sacrificed tomorrow. And tomorrow is Goblin Day. If you haven't noticed, I'm kinda panicking.
You see, I have a life to live. I, Gummy Paul Pterodactyl Long John Phillip Prescott Cornelius Melvin Egbert Pie the fourth, will not die unless if I am in Trixie's arms. And I don't think she wants to hold me if I'm being sacrificed by angry breezie priests.
I am sitting in my jail cell. If only mom's quiet yellow friend was here. Then she could magically communicate with the strange alien inhabitants of this land and then I could be released from here and venture back to Trixie Lulamoon.
I got bored, so I began to draw. I always bring paper and pencil where ever I go in case of bordem emergencies. I drew a picture of a breezie. Then I drew a picture of mom's diva white friend. Then I drew one of her sporty blue friend. Then I drew Trixie.
Then my tummy growled. I didn't know for sure if I was either hungry, or if it was my subconscious senses telling me to buy a parachute in case if I ever needed to jump off a skyscraper to save Trixie below from an evil sci-fi monster from another dimension hoping to take over Equestria.
Since I was locked up in prison waiting to be sacrificed, I decided to not try and break out to buy a parachute. So instead, I pulled out some french fries from yesterday at the Hay Burger. I began to eat them. Some breezie guards that watched the prison smelled the sweet sensation of the Hay Burger's fries. Becoming curious, they stood at the front of the cell door. I looked at them, and then a brilliant idea came into my wonderful mind.
I gave the breezies some french fries. At first they just held the food, and sniffed it a little. Then they began licking it. All the sudden, they began to chow down the french fries. The breezies were amazed at the salty goodness of Hay Burger French Fries.
Seeing that my plan was working, I offered them the fries as a sacrifice instead of me. They agreed, and set me free. I was happy.
Now I am back home, in the basement, in my bed, writing this diary entry. Until next time, I am Gummy. Goodnight.