Author's Note: Hey! Wow, jeez it's been a while! Sorry for the late, late update… I blame school. As usual: Thanks for taking the time to read this, reviews are more than greatly appreciated and I own none of the characters or concepts except for Mammoth and Rook, they're mine:D

Date: I know what it isn't…

Dear Ari

I am writing this diary entry to you because my brother is a stupid moose and wrote a reply to my last entry (:P go away Mammoth!). Enjoy.

Today I found Mammoth reading my diary, ooooh. Smile so I waved and walked out again.

Today I took Ari to play football down the park. Except he kept complaining about having the wrong type of ball. After a while I managed to decipher his mismatch of words. Apparently they were perfectly normal, but I know better because I'm armed with my trusty Expired-7-Year-Old-American-Eraser to English dictionary, which I shall be publishing next year to co-inside with the release of Mammoth's "how-to" book on basic hybrid medical junk. All the non-important stuff like diet, illness, house-training, exercise, and even fatal wounds and death. It's going to be called: "Your Genetically-Mutated-Freak and You". I think it's quite catchy.

Back to my amazing adventure of de-coding Ari's rant! So he's talking about football and running and touchdowns and quarter-pounders, sorry I mean quarter-backs. Did I write that right? I finally managed to realise that he was talking about American football! After telling him we were going to play "soccer" things improved. As Ari is a pretty deprived child, we didn't launch into a full one-on-one mini football match. It was more of a kick around. After kicking the ball to kingdom come (i.e. the garden behind the park) we walked home.

Today I taught Mammoth how to grill bread with cheese. I am truly a miracle worker! Stupid boy tried to slice the pre-sliced bread… and then he tried to grate the bread and put it on the cheese. It continues to amaze me how domestically inept my dear older brother is. Nah nah nah nah nah:P ha-ha take that Mammoth you silly boy! And stop reading my diary! (not you Ari)

Tum ti tum tum ti tum tum tum. So…. I'm out. Its only lunchtime and I know my life is incredibly exciting and all that but, you know, these things don't happen all the time!!!!

Share the Love people, that or your chocolate. Your choice

Rook

I smiled and put Rook's diary down. I bought it for her last year and she has only just decided to start using it. Oh well that's just her.

I put the diary back where I had found it and went downstairs. Rook was in the lounge watching the music channels and Ari was up at the dining room table with some paper and pencils. I think he was trying to write. I asked him what he was doing. Oh. He's drawing. Rriigghtt… okay.

i wandered around for a bit. Then I went out again.

The door banged shut and Rook sighed, he was going out. Again.

Authors Note: Sorry it's short. Hopefully I'll post again soon. Tell me if you liked it or not, why and how I could improve. Thanks again, Jet x