Daniel's Journal

-Entry 141-

Dear journal,

     I've forgotten this feeling. The feeling of terror. I've gotten spoiled, heh. What a horrible thing.

     I didn't expect to see such a horrible thing when I walked into the kitchen.

     The chicken Eliza had gotten was spilled all over the floor! What a terrible thing to clean up! It looked as though a raccoon had come in and torn the leftovers to shreds.

     Dreadful. Anyway, I need to go consult Liza about this. It's unacceptable. Excuse me, Journal, for just one moment.

     . . .

    In a terrible turn of events. . . I don't think it was a raccoon. . .

     I went to speak to Eliza. . . And her eyes. . . Her eyes. . . Oh lord, her eyes. . .

     Something's not right. . .

     Is anyone craving meat?

-Nyo!Hungary