Dear Diary,
No dragons today but I did catch a thief. Wearing armour. Stealing flowers from my garden. I whacked him over the head with my broom. Unfortunately, he wasn't wearing a helmet so he ended up passing out onto my flower bed. My hyacinths are now crushed because of him! This is the third knight in three days – I swear we are in the midst of a plague! I didn't know what to do with my unconscious victim so I asked Grandpapa. He helped me tie the man up and throw him in the barn. We stabled his horse with Mr. White so Sir Thief couldn't escape even if he woke up without our notice. After raiding his saddlebags, we discovered he is actually Sir Patrick from Littleton. We also found a letter saying in noble-gibberish that he was to search for some kind of rare flower as a present for…ale stains ruined the rest of the note.
He awoke some time mid-afternoon but the stubborn fellow wouldn't say anything – even when we threatened to leave his armour out to rust. Grandpa and I decided to leave him out in the barn – I doubt he'll murder us in our beds if he manages to escape. Mama called us in for supper before we could haul out the torture devices but I guess they can wait for tomorrow. Rats! I'm going to have to go out and feed him sometime tonight.
Reverend Quin returned today but he wasn't able to tell us much. However, it seems that other towns have been facing the same problem: tin-pot bandits bumbling about the countryside performing fifth-rate heroics. There must be some way of finding out what is going on… The mystery is going to drive me mad! Tomorrow, I intend to finish all my chores before midday then find a way to investigate what's behind this pestilence.
In the meantime, I had best go out and feed our captive. Perhaps if I threaten to give him nothing but the leftover meatloaf I could force him to talk. My sister's cooking has cowed many a stronger-willed man than him!
Author's Note: Okay, readers, I need your help. Low stress becomes high stress when you don't know what you're doing. I've reached the point where I have to have at least a rough idea of what's going on to continue. If you want anymore of this, people are going to have to send me ideas. If you don't want the whole world to know though, send it through the PM, I don't really care. I wasn't kidding when I said I don't know what's going on. I wrote where my fancy drove me and it's steered me into a ditch.
