Dear Diary July 16th

My Lord and Lady have been acting very suspicious today. I suspect something's up their sleeve. I shutter to think. Their plans, however well they mean to be, always seem to fail miserably. But I'll go along with them. Have a laugh as always.

Today was my day to go to the market. I purchased bread and various dead animals. My Lady asked me to purchase a dolphin, but I couldn't find one. Imagine! Something as big as to deserve a dolphin! Whatever they're up to is huge. My curiosity is starting to get the better of me. Maybe they've finally given in and are making peace with the Montagues, and to show them no hard feelings, we're having a feast. HA! AS IF! Now seriously, what could it be?

I gazed out over the market place, lost in thought. It was cloudy. I sighed, better get home before it rained, I wouldn't want to get the bread soggy, then I'd be back again tomorrow and risk meeting that rude Montague.

My attempt to avoid the rain failed dismally. I stayed close to the wall (as to stay dry, I'm not afraid of the grossness on the streets), yet the rain poured more directly onto me. I bent over the bread, looking like a peasant begging. Thankfully no Montague passed to insult me, and the bread, miraculously, stayed dry.