Diary of Olaf

6/14/2018

Dear Diary,

Today, I met Marci at the yogurt shop.

"Hey, beautiful." I barked at her.

"Hey, handsome."

"So, are we going to dig stuff out of the trash?"

"Eww, no. I have my own tactics for getting food. I go up the the person at the register, give them puppy eyes, and then they give me a strawberry."

"Okay, let's go."

We walked into the yogurt shop and saw a few cameras and a bunch of people watching what was happening. The camera guys were apparently filming 4 boys for a music video.

"What's a fruity pebble?" An elderly woman asked.

"It's the fricken cereal." The boy behind the counter replied, a little pieved off. (comment if you get the reference)

"Let's come another time, I don't want to bug them." Marcy barked.

"Okay, what do you want to do now?"

"Umm, let's go swimming."

"K, last one there's a rotton egg." We sprinted there. Dangit. I was the rotton egg.

We jumped into the cool, crystal clear, shining water. It felt so good on us, since the temperature reached 92 degrees today (that only happened in the story).

After a few more hours of talking and having fun, I walked her back to her apartment.

"Well, have a good night."

"You too. I love you."

"I love you, too."

I got back to my apartment and cuddled with Mommy until I fell asleep.