November 2, 1689,
Today, a pesky slave got into my cave and stole one of the most
precious items, the big golden goblet. I got so mad that I swelled
up really big and I couldn't get out of the crack in my cave,
but I managed to set his hair on fire. I will get back at that
slave and his town if it's the last thing I do!!
November 3, 1689,
I have an idea on how I can get back at that pesky slave. I will
fly down to the town and burn the whole town down. I think that
will do the trick. I will do this at nightfall.
Later:
I have burned down that whole town . I burned their houses, churches,
and fields of grain. I spared nothing of that town. I wonder if
they'll know that I did it, but it doesn't matter because I don't
fear them.
November 4, 1689,
I am watching the people of the town and the are very panicky.
The King, Beowulf, isn't sending soldiers to come and kill like
most people would have done but of course Beowulf is not like
most people. For now I'm safe from swords and knives and that
is really all that counts.
November 5, 1689,
You won't believe what happened today. I am writing this while
holding on to dear life. Beowulf, 12 soldiers, and this little
boy came up the mountain. The 12 soldiers were each carrying a
bee hive and the little boy was carrying a white stake and a giant
glove. He put the stake in my mouth and the glove. Out of the
glove came the queen bee, and it went down my throat. The other
bees in the hives followed the queen bee down my throat and started
to sting my stomach. They are still in my stomach now. Goodbye
diary.