Dear Diary,
Dear Diary,
four months....
This is, and I quote but I don't understand, "practicing to be an Australian". It can't be worth it!
The weather is spectacular these days. I get walked around the garden all the time. Uncle Tony is back in town. Things seem to be going very well, whole household running like clockwork. They have bought me a wading pool... must be six times my length. I now have my own room, and I sleep under the mobile of weird animals.
They have been testing the new indoor pool, but there is a mean-looking
creature from whose mouth the water comes, and I'm glad I don't swim naked
where he could get at me.
I suppose he is tame....
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