Flowers for Bartholomew

Entry 1

Deer Jernal,

I supose that it's time that I start doin somthing in me spaire time, wich I have alot of theese days. 

Bartholomew can not kepe me entertaned on his own. Thow, for a frog, he is a delite!

So, what do I have to rite down in this?

Well, I ges that I start by describing me.

My real name is Richard Starkey, but I go by the alias Ringo Starr. I am in a band called The Beatles. Me freinds, John, Paul, and George are also in it with me.

John is rather the most arrowgant out of the four of us, but he is very gentel once you get to know him.

Paul can bee a bit of a control freek, but he can be verey knice as wel.

George is the one I am the closest to. He is the wone who is the kindest to me. He also has the same cloths as me. A dark blue shirt and a light blue sweater, that is.

Bartholomew is me pet frog. He came into our hotel roome wile we were sleeping in this tall hotel. He semed to always like me since the begining. Me freinds did not like him, thow.

Later that day, I had to let him owt into the wild after he prevented all of us from goeing into a restuarant.

I ended up geting him back whan a movie studio wanted him for a film.

However, they ended up geting a parakeet instaed. Some produsers they are.

I instisted that I keep him, and my freind let me keepe him.

That hapened just a few months ago.

Not much has hapened latley. But it deos seeme like John and Paul have bene geting frustraited, over what I don't know.

George tells me that it has nothing to do with me, but I have me douts.

I have always nown that I am not the britest person ever. Thow, I've always thout that that did not matter.

What does intellegence have to do with personalitey?

Puting that aside, everythins just as fine as ever.

Bartholomew want me to go on a walk with him, so I'll have to tel me freinds about it before I leafe.

I wonder what else I'll rite in here.

For now, goodbie.

-R.S.