Not a Grimoire

Dear diary,

The chickens are still chickens.

We let them out of their coop and they ate my corn! My poor corn never got a chance to live. The chickens dug through the ground with ease with their sharp dinosaur claws and mercilessly pecked my corn to death.

I got my revenge by stealing their eggs. But the eggs won't bring back my corn.

Today is a sad day. The day we lost my corn plants. The start of the chicken war. I will steal all of their eggs to make them feel as I felt. They will never see their babies in the light of day. Ever.

Love,

Tina