VICTORIA'S JOURNAL
July 22, 2005
I know for sure that Spencer is magical now. I asked him where food was and carried him with my eyes closed. He brought me right over to a huckleberry bush. I ate them all. They were juicy. Heaven. I love Spencer. Thank you.
Victoria
July 23, 2005
I've been contemplating things. I've been out here for a month. Not quite a month. Whatever. Spencer has brought me good luck with every corner. He found me a creek with the freshest water ever. And he showed me where mice live. They taste okay as long as they are cooked. Maybe if I brought him home you guys would have good luck, too. Nah. Spencer is mine.
Victoria
July 24, 2005
Life is hard out here. Very hard. So hard. Unbearably hard. It's like the easy things to do at home are inconceivable here. I speared a fish. Finally. It takes a lot of work. Light meat. It's yummy.
Victoria
July 26, 2005
Sometimes it seems like Spencer the egg is a real person. Like an egg on the outside but a friend on the inside. I love him. I love him more than Taco Bell takeout.
Victoria
July 27, 2005
Everything is getting boring. I can eat whenever I want. I can drink whenever I want. I get help from Spencer. The nightmares I've had went away as soon as I stole Spencer. I wonder if I will ever meet the "Spencer" that wrote the note on the tree. For some reason I think he wanted me to steal the eggs and my Spencer. I doubt it.
Victoria
August 1, 2005
It is getting very boring. It is so boring. Boredom fills me. I have nothing to do every day and I think I've made a choice. I'm coming home for you, Mom! I know you need my help. You must be worried out of your mind. Love you!
Victoria
August 2, 2005
I am going to go home tomorrow. I just need to pack up, eat, drink, go. And who knows?! I might get lost because I have no idea where home is. Zero clue! I have to pack now. And maybe Spencer will- NAH!
Victoria
August 3, 2005
I'm home, MOM! Well, you weren't. I brought Spencer out and he showed me the way. When I arrived, I was home alone and I am writing in here now. Wait, I think I just heard the door open. Yep, you're home now. Yipee. I'm so excited. Why do look shocked? Stop yelling my name. What is that noise? A baby? With a deformed face. Nope, I am so not going to look at you.
HEY! Where are you going?! Hey! Hey! You're telling me to do something but I'm not paying attention. Wait! Don't grab my Spencer! That's mine! No! This is my journa
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To Steal An Egg
FantasíaOkay, so I found this story that I wrote when I was ten and it's actually okay so we're just gonna put it here and hope some people read it. So yeah, don't mind spelling/grammar errors 'cause there will be some... Mary is a full-time mother with...
