Dear diary,
I have finished climbing the mountains and I found food that my parent used to pick. The berries called fiddlebong berries. I've seen him with his tractor with a trailer and go off into the distance and come back with a whole load of fiddlebong berries. If he comes back up here to pick stuff and just to tempt me I don't think it's gonna work because I found a whole load of berries. I'm going to find a few more berries to put in my bag and then I shall go find some friends. Don't worry diary, I also speak another language instead of human. (A.K.A English.) I speak goatish.
12:18 pm
I've found new goats. They look like mountain goats. The one Mr. Bob-jeff told me about.
12:25 pm
It took a long time to be friends with them and that's because I was different and I had to explain lots and lots of things and in fact I'm not just their friends, I'm now their queen! They said it's about time they had a King and queen. To be honest I'm not sure who the King is. Let me ask....................... Ok so I asked them and they said they don't have a King yet. I also told them about if a tractor and a trailer comes up here sometimes and they said yes so I have to watch out. We moved somewhere safer though.
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The Life Of A Goat
Non-FictionIt is basically a story of a goat and its diary. Like humans but goat form if that makes sense. Just read it and you'll understand!
