Day 2 entry! Enjoy!!!
I start to question who has done this. As I exit my cave, the sunlight glares off of the ice on the ground. I hiss, angry as always. Then I trip over a log. This has happened to me before. And this log wasn't here yesterday. I question myself. Then I realize that there is no question. I hiss again, but this time knowing what will happen. Gerald has always been my enemy. But this time, he crossed the line. He should know better by now. I know that this is my chance to destroy my oldest enemy. I'll humiliate him in front of all the forest animals. He won't be happy ever again. And he'll stay away from me. Far, far away from me. ....... 5 HOURS AGO. As I sprint away from Arnald's cave, I know that there is literally no turning back. I stifle a cackle, because I know that what I have done is purely wrong. But that's what makes it so good. I've ruined my greatest enemy's whole life. And it feels good. As I crawl into my winter cave, I realize that my family is gone. I call everybody's name, but I know better. They went out hunting, without me. They never do anything if it involves me. But I don't care. Why would I? If they won't care for me, then why should I care for them? As I slump down on my needle-leaf mattress, I get an odd, strange feeling. I feel... bad about what I did? I instantly shake off the possibility, and go back to sleep. ...... A few hours later, I'm woken by a loud scream. I know that Arnald is awake, and he knows what I did. After sitting in complete silence, I know that I will call Arnald "Bobdeer" from now on. It fits. And then, I realize that I will be destroyed by Arnald. He's angry. I left a log in front of his cave, for Pete's sake. You don't do that to any animals. Now I feel regret, but more for myself. I shouldn't have done that. For some reason, I have an awful feeling that this will be my last mistake. But I know to think positively. I walk outside, climb up a tree, and wait. It's not long before I see Arnald walking into my house. I hear a mad screech, and pine needles and leaves fly out the doorway. He destroyed my bed. My bed. He messed up bad. "THE WAR IS ON, ARNALD!!" I scream. Then, I jump from the top branch of the short tree that I'm in. I scamper away as fast as my legs can take me. TO BE CONTINUED.
