Diary of a Slug

Day 1:

 Dear Diary, today is the day I begin my quest for snaildum. This is the term we use when a young slug of 13 becomes a snail. We are sent out blindfolded with nothing but a goal. I managed to sneak this diary luckily. That goal is to find the hidden blimp and get back to snail city. Every snail must do this and complete it. It may be hard but it is my mission. I am already in a good mood because I have been left in a grassy field. There is enough grass to feed a whole village. What makes it better is the fact that I have a stick. Sticks are great tools. You can do anything with them. Uncle Bob once fell down a hole and used the stick to poll vault his way to safety. I have come to the conclusion that I will rest the night here. Well goodnight diary.

Day 2:

 Dear Diary, I slept horribly. There were at least a billion weird noises and I heard a road. Roads are meant to be feared by all. Only one snail has crossed a road and lived. I have scouted the area with sticky and have decided to go north. I saw a big mountain and want to see the land. It is at least two day journey. I am getting started now but am a little scared. The clouds say a storm is near. No one wants to be caught in a storm while traveling. If I am to have a chance in making it before the storm comes then I will need to leave now. Good bye diary.

Day 3:

 Dear Diary, it stormed over night. Luckily I built a shelter out of my awesome stick and some grass. Yippee for sticks. It is time for me to cross the now swampy land. I can do this. It isn’t to hard not that … AHHHHHHHH something just flew over my head! There it goes again! The sky is falling! Aliens are invading! Hey it’s a frog. Wow little Froggy. You nearly gave me a shell attack. Since you’re here you will be my pet. You will be named Steve and you are my pet. I wonder what I can use as a lease. Some tall grass tied on to super duper sticktacular sticky should work. I should add a flower for greatness. Perfect another amazing day. The hill is just ahead. I think I will camp at the bottom tonight.

Day 4

 Dear Diary, I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is that there is big lake nearby. The bad news is that I see the road. The road is on the other side of the lake. I can see the road and death machines going across it. I must ponder my situation.

Later Day 4

 Dear Diary, I have decided on my route. There is a dessert to my right. To my left is the road. Strait is the lake. I have decided to head over to the lake, fill up on water, and go inter the desert. I can’t go to the road. I will never do it. No way in a billion years will I get on that road.

Day 5

 Dear Diary, I have come to the conclusion that I must go near that road. I think that we three companions can handle it. We really got to know each other on the way to the lake.  The desert is so big and I can’t carry much water. It’s not like I am going on it. It is a day’s journey to the road. After sleeping the night next to the lake I am refreshed and ready. The day isn’t going to be exciting since I am just crossing a big valley. Ok Steve. Let’s go. Steve!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you? Panic emergency. Steve is missing. He took the lease. Sticky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sticky was on that lease. This is a horrible loss. Sticky is gone. Steve is with him. Sticky should be able to keep them safe. I can’t stay here forever. I must get moving.

Day 6

 Ok I have decided on something. Whoops forget to dear my diary.

 Dear Diary, I have decided on something. Froggy has kidnapped sticky. Sticky was a poor young stick and Steve took him. The road is in sight. The sound is defining. There is no way I will ever cross that road. I won’t even think about it as I cross it. Walking by and not going to cross it. No way will I cross that road. Whew I made it past the road. It’s about time I continue. It looks grassy over there. More food for me. Well I think it is best to set up camp over here at the edge of the woods. I have heard horrible stories of snakes in grassy fields next to lakes. Well goodnight diary.

Day 7

 No time to write dear diary. Under attack. To busy running. At sunrise I heard a slither in the woods. At first I didn’t think anything of it. But I began to hear it closer. Finally it stopped. A huge head shot out of the trees and barely missed me. Now you now what’s happening I should continue running. AHHHHHHHH something just flew over my head! There it goes again! The sky is falling! Aliens are invading! Hey it’s a frog. Steve you’re here with sticky. Froggy jump over the snake. Now sticky hit his back. Look out Steve! Good dodge now sticky hit him hard with a counterattack. Perfect now do a duo super smash. Amazing! The snake is scared away. Look out for the tail! No Steve and sticky. Steve and sticky had to of course land no were but the middle of the road. I can do this. I am not a slug I am a snail. I am super snail. Charge! Da da da da dadaaaaa super snail. Across the road. I am a snail. Not a slug. To the middle. Ah! Ah again. The death machines. I think I can reach them. Yes I can. My only hope is to fling them to safety. It’s the only way. Yes I did it. They are safe. But I am not. Help me. Something just touched me. Wait, that’s not a death machine. It’s sticky. Oh thank you sticky and Steve, you saved me. The pull to safety was scary but I did. Sadly I couldn’t write all of that down as it was happening so I am trying to remember to the best of my snail-abilities. Even snails can’t write in a diary Dearing such a quick situation. This had to have been the climax of my journey and if anything tops it then I will go insane.

Day 8

 Dear diary I thought I jinxed myself earlier with that climax remark. Well I didn’t because I found the blimp. Super glad I finally found it. I guess this is the end dear diary. Unless something crazy happens then I won’t be writing. I can’t wait to tell my family about my trip. It may not be as action packed as Uncle Bobs was (did I ever mention how he fought of a hoard of spiders?)  But it was still amazing. Well for the final time, goodnight diary.