A/N July 2021: what I do when so ill I cannot do anything else. Write in the times I can sit up so as to entertain myself and others who are as bummed by the pandemic as myself. Stay healthy, and those who have any long-term illness, I feel ya! Hugs and here's some Labyrinth tales to keep you smiling.
September 6
Today Sarah was in a Bad Mood. Even though it is a holiday. She had to put fifty cents in the swear jar. I only put in a quarter. Ever. It was because of a chicken. Jareth should have put in a whole dollar, I counted. But he says the swear jar is for children and he is a grown up. I am saving all Jareth's words for when I am grown up.
When I woke up and Sarah wasn't in her room, I called Tulby the Goblin in Sarah's mirror. It was boring and no one was awake. Tulby was cross. I promised to be quiet and sat in Jareth's chair. There were three chickens on it. I held a large black fluffy one. I went to find Sarah. She was snoring. She says she doesn't snore but she does. She and Jareth were sleeping in his bed. I tried to climb up but it was too high. I put the chicken on first but then Jareth said half a dollar's worth of bad words. I ran away because he sounded so cross. I went back home.
Sarah found me and yelled. It wasn't even light yet. Mom came downstairs and yelled at Sarah. I hid under the table. Mom thumped the swear jar so hard the quarters in it jumped out. There was a chicken in the kitchen when she left. And some goblins. Lucky Mom was so mad she didn't notice. It took the goblins and I five minutes of running around the house to catch the chicken.
We took it back to the throne room. Jareth grabbed me and held me out over this super stinky swamp. Only I grabbed his coat when he dropped me and we both nearly fell in. He said the other half dollars bad words then. I escaped when we arrived back in the throne room. No one has looked for me and the goblins under my bed yet. The goblins are helping me write all Jareth's bad words.
