How To Survive In A Dump: The Diary of Mr. Thaddeus

This Factory: A Sight to Behold

I see I have strayed again from what I believe you the reader should hold most dear. This however is my journal after all and you have chosen to read it so if I may continue. We use a very strong wood from a forest with colossal sized trees that are said to be used by a people native to here. They were adamant about us not taking their precious "magical" redwoods when we first began cutting. A condition soon remedied. Once this forest is completely purged there should be some other place we can procure such beauties to cut and use for our own pleasure. The carpenters say they love utilizing this wood most. However the natives believe this to be the only place such trees can be found.

 It molds to the design that they have within their imaginations and creates the greatest pieces of art. This may be why these natives call this wood magical I guess. It does not really matter to me or my relatives as to why they adore these pieces of lumber. They were born to benefit that of my own people. Well I mean me. It is bewildering to my person that any individual could think other wise. Any trees that we do not find desirable we give to the mayor downhill from our mansion. Well, I would not say give as much as some other word or phrase. 

They pay a hefty price and because these trees don't cost us anything, the money we receive is a welcome to our bank accounts. I have heard they have used the trees to build the wall to block out any unattractive. It is a good way to keep a place as wonderful as this as beautiful as could be. I would rather not go into detail about those unmentionables although I see them throughout the day. The help always seems of need of help but it is not in me to worry to cause a change for their dire straits. 

Now the steel version of these wheels is not carved by human hands, instead a mold is used which molten metal is poured at the desired consistency into various molds. They are fifteen different molds we use within our factory. My favorite is the armored dynasty. It of course is made from the most excellent of molten steel and crafted in diamond molds we keep for special customers. Ones of whom have the dividends to afford such a luxurious piece. The metal is very strong and infused with carbon in a process that has not been disclosed to myself as of yet. Although I am sure it soon will. 

My father is the originator of such a process and only he knows the workings and mix  of such and such metals in a way that causes them to be both strong and capable, carved into such lavish metal wheels. Within each wheel seven long metal rods are arranged to help strengthen the wheel as it goes. For even more expensive and exuberant wheels, which most cannot afford, we carve the rods into animal like figurines which weaken the wheel. However, if you must know, it is a great showpiece. We often receive mail from kings who wish for this style to be created for whatever pleasure they wish. Those of royalty tend to sit within these metal beauties as they are pulled along by that of those dragons.

 Dragons are quite rare but are often found in places that not many dare to go as I have been told. Of course we tell them of possible drawbacks but if they are to buy them with warning then so be it. If they do not find themselves keen on a piece, we have other buggies that would better suit their needs and or purposes. We are the only company that creates these exquisite pieces of art that I write to you even now. It would seem most sense that customers would come back to us eventually as we do not have much competition.

WHAT OTHER CHOICE WOULD THEY HAVE?

Well I have written to you about my fathers business. A splendor it truly is. It is time to return to my beautiful chariot that awaits me outside this glorious, creative machine that really and truly belongs to yours truly.

It seems my pen is slowly running out of ink. Foolish merchants. I should have a mind to buy my ink from some other far-off place for a much cheaper price, but for now, I must use these dimwits who reside in my own homeland as it is government requirements. It would be better if I took hold of this nation by the reigns and not these idiotic men in parliament who I once admired for their great lack of caring for any other person but themselves. They are a people I often imitate and have greatly surpassed in their most interesting dealings with these others. I will not go any deeper into my thoughts on government and its abnormal ways of doing things as at the moment I do not have the time. It is getting late and I must be off to bed as the ride to my own home is often short and less than adventurous. It is quite boring as there is not much to see.

My castle or what I call home of mine is beautiful. I would much rather stay indoors then depart as there is not much beauty to behold outside of it and the factory. Even as we speak and I enter into my room of rest it has come to my attention that my favorite plants have been cleaned and prepared to be set at my bedside. These beautiful flora guard me as I rest and they are quite special. 

You see the tall trees or supernatural something or other that the natives call them often have a small bush like plant growing amongst its roots. It is a very peculiar oddity as they are not known to grow anywhere else or by any other tree, and the smell of these greenery is absolutely scrumptious. Although not edible they do give me a wonder as to why they do not grow edible fruits for our consumption. They would make such a delectable and expensive variety to an evening meal. A fresh plate of leaves delivered into a much-needed warm bath, poured into a cup and drunk with dinner would be a very fine treat. One that could create a surplus in my own little depository so I may become even more wealthy than my own father if it were possible. 

A great accomplishment indeed. Ambition is such a wonderful thing you see. My father was less enthusiastic about taking over his father's business as his father expected. The law seems to require him to be deathly sick and or passed away. As for us, I believe death and sickness are a very important part of everyday life. Without it we would not be capable of sustaining this beautiful world we live on now in which I can reap the benefits of. Death is a certainty and at some point or another, if my father were to cease to exist; as some say kick the bucket at any point in time then it would be a welcome. Good riddance. Serving him such justice would come to soon. Of course, I am not at all upset that he has left me. It is nothing that my heart would not be in capacity to handle. I do hope his view of whatever sea he now cherishes from off some beach and shore is a sight to behold.

 I believe I have spoken enough about my own family complications. It would be best and most sufficient that I went off to bed as I have another early rise tomorrow.

Good night my fellow men and women. Rich or poor. You less fortunate than myself.

          Good Night!!!