Dear Journal,

Today marks the 15th day that I have been left for dead in this fascinating, yet cruel land. Oh joy. Didn't really do much work today, but something most peculiar happened to me...

It started when I was walking along the shoreline in search for a place to set up a more permanent camp. (I made sure to add each new area to my map, and have discovered that Maxwell's world seems to circle around as an island would; note to self: continue this investigation.)

Anyway, I came upon a mysterious clearing of trees. Sitting in the middle of the clearing was a key-like artifact. Upon closer investigation, it had appeared to be made of bone...whether it was human or animal remains a mystery; the top of it resembling an eyeball.

Now, while this place has made me suspicious of such anomalous items, my curiosity could not stop me from picking it up. As soon as I did so, a monster popped out of the forest. I immediately pulled out an axe, and the monster stopped about 3 feet from me. It could be described as a furry pumpkin with short feet and two protruding horns.

I stood there for about 10 minutes before assuming that the monster was not going to attack me, nor had any intent on being anything other than friendly. I stepped closer to it and it opened its mouth widely. Surprisingly enough, inside were a couple of rocks and a length of rope. (How such items got into him I don't know.)

My guess is that such a creature acted as a backpack would, so I tried to take it home with me. After several attempts, it decided to follow me once I had stuck the bone key into my pocket.

Currently it is staying with me at camp... needs a name though. It reminds me of the shaggy dog my uncle used to own. Chester was its name? Or was it Otto?

...

I shall call it- err him- Otto von Chesterfield, and Chester for short. That's a nice name.

Wilson looked up from his poor excuse of a journal and turned to Chester. The lovable fuzzball was snoozing quite snugly against Wilson's side. He reached down and petted it on top of its head, causing Chester to purr.

Very nice indeed.