A/N: DO NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT MY PUNCTUATION AND SPELLING; IT'S ALL INTENTIONAL!!! SO THE AVID READERS CAN GET THE GIST(sp?) OF ARTHURS WAY OF SPEAKING!
DEAR DIARY,
This whole month has been strange. Even jus' this week.
I've heard noises, an' seen kids 'round my yard, doin' things I don't know. Doin' Stuff with fishin' poles an' even tires. It don't seem like they're going fishin' an' it sure don't seem like they fixin' cars.
They come 'round my yard an' can't fix to come up an' visit?
Aw well, can't blame 'em.
DEAR DIARY,
I been sneakin' out again. Leaving presents for them kids.
I'm pretty sure they like 'em. I can't tell if they do. I hope they do. Maybe they'll come visit me. Give a little "Hello Mr. Radley!" every once in a while.
I wish I could leave this place, but them people'd never accept me. Never. Nathan says so. Even papa said so, mama too. Oh, mama's not well right now, Nathan says she's got pneumonia, then he says she just got a flu, an' then he says it's some thing else, I don't get a word he says to me no more, he can't make up his mind.
But anyways, I was sayin', they want me to stay in here. Feels like i'm a caged animal or somethin'. I think Nathan found out about my hiding place, where I've been leaving the gifts for those kids to find. He's been stayin' in more an' more too. An' I don't think he likes them kids. Don't know why, just don't seem like he does.
Aw, heck. Nathan's home. Gotta stop writin' an' hide you.
See you some other time, friend.
~ Your friend, A.R.