Mystery Writer, Guess again.
Last week we took a peek at a diary from a well-known fictional character. This week I found another diary entry from those ancient and dusty leather bound tomes that piqued my interest and I’d like to share it with you. Here’s another fairly easy, but hopefully fun game of Guess Who, Mystery Writer.
Times are tough, dangit. I’ve been feeling down right mean and hungry lately and now those godawful village folks have it out for me. In a way, I guess I don’t blame them, but on the other hand, they seem to have no compassion for ME. No understanding for what it’s like being ME. All they see is the big, bad hairy guy with big teeth who went after their precious little girl. My stars, could she have been any more obvious. Maybe she should have just painted a target on her back instead of wearing that bright red hoodie. They don’t see the crap I have to live with day after day, enduring long cold winters and trying to avoid those blasted wood cutters. Food’s been scarce lately, so maybe she should have known better than to go tramping through the woods with a basketful of food for good old granny. What was she thinking? A forest full of wild animals and she goes around carrying fresh baked goodies. Like that’s not going to get my attention. Not too bright if you ask me. Bitch, she had it coming.
Now your turn. Tell me who the mystery writer is and win real brownie points. (Not the girl scout kind of brownie points, but actual brownies, like chocolate fudge brownies. Mmmm, yummy. Not sure what good they’ll do, other than make you think of fudge brownies, but always a nice win to have anyway!)
Enjoy always, T