Ok, these diary bits are short, but thats how it is, I think. Anyways, the bit with the owl is put in there partly because of a review (you know who you are, reviewer who's name I am too lazy to look up at the moment) and party because that owl needs to be broiled over a nice crispy fire.

Enjoy.

This is the Diary of Link, the Celebrated Hero of Time. Feel free to worship.

June Twenty-ninth

Zelda bit me today. No, not in the way you'd think, dear journal. This was a much more different and disturbing thing altogether. I was walking through Hyrule field, contemplating on the possibility of life without Navi, when Zelda popped up out of nowhere and bit me on the nose.

Should I be worried?

Another strange thing happened today, now that I mention it. I heard, through a friend from Lake Hylia, that Kaepora Gaebora was found nursing an injured wing on his usual roost in the center of the lake. I can't say I am not upset…it is very troubling that the person able enough to injure that bird didn't take it down completely. Oh, no, now Navi is making a fuss again. Stupid fairy, reading over my shoulder all the time.

June Thirtieth

I was thinking about Saria today. Oh, I love Saria. Her green hair, so lovely and fresh looking. Her skin, like the flesh of a newly baked peanut butter cookie. Cookies. Oooh, cookies. I love cookies. I wonder if Saria has any. I bet she can cook too, just like her really, a girl of all trades. Oh, Saria, my darli— SARIA IS UCKY AND SMELLS LIKE POTATOES

NAVI! Dear Gods, that fairy is annoying. Now she has ruined the entire page! I must start afresh.

Oh, Saria, how I love the— POTATOES POTATOES

Damn you, Navi!

July First

I must admit, that Navi is getting on my last nerve. All the time, everywhere I go, it is "Look, look look, Listen, listen listen, Hey, hey hey!" And all of the snide comments about Saria, Malon, Ruto, and Zelda! Honestly! Can't the girl give a man a moment's rest? But no, no, no, now I am stuck with a hyperactive glowing fuzzball bapping my forehead every five minutes. And yes, Navi, in case you are reading this, I DID call you a fuzzball. So there.

July Second

I sure showed him, that stupid elf princeling, lording his superior height over me like some….some….tall….person…thing... Yeah. Well, HE won't be able to write in THIS diary for a long time. Or walk. Or even breathe properly. A fuzzball? I'll show you fuzzball!

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Fear me.