Dear Diary July 15th

What fun it is to run to and fro like a chicken during feeding time! I could have died of laughter and lightheadedness. I can't believe I got away with it. Oh mistress was so angry with me! I was surprised she didn't throw me out right then! Juliet lost her sorrow and joined in the gay laughter.

There I go again, explaining the latter instead of the beginning. Well here it is: Tybalt and I were sitting around after supper (my Lady had granted me with an afternoon off!), playing chess. Tybalt was droning on about a section from the Bible that he just read. The truth of the matter is, Tybalt can't read. In between his long stretches of preaching, came even longer stretches of thinking. He would raise his eyebrow; as though he thought the higher it is, the better he could see the board. His face was oddly twisted. He looked kind of like a baby horse, cute, but ugly.

"Check." He said after a tedious wait.

"A ha!" I exclaimed. "You thought I wouldn't see that! Check mate."

"You beat me." Tybalt said in utter disbelief.

I grinned. It was my first time beating him after all.

"I challenge you—" He started.

"To a duel I'm sure!" I interrupted, not wanting to play another game of chess. I don't even like chess… Makes me think too much. Anyways, as I was saying, I challenged him to a duel.

"A duel, madam," he placed a lot of empthasis on the last word. "Would a lady such as yourself dare to muss her dress?"

"My dress is but rags I use to wash the floor with."

"Right then." He stood up. I followed his lead. "Shall I get the swords?"

"What?" I goaded. "Is a hero such as yourself too scared to use his own hands?" With that, he took off running a mad gallop. I chased after him, a stitch in my side constantly growing. The only breath I had, I gave to laughter.

"Nurse!" Lady Capulet yelled at me.

"Yes!" I said, tripping, falling, and laughing as though thou were insane.

And there again she calls my name. I shall finish this thrilling tale another time.