Huuuuuh

I finally got on here, Puck has been sitting in front of this thing for days, trying to remeber how to write more. We just got moved by the humans, to the house of the owner of a dog! The Dog, actually, the one thats always by our house, where we used to live. I have a feeling we're no going back. I really miss the old place, but thi one is not so bad. Gotta' go.

hi

i izz cald frida da bummhed
i izz stanky lottz muc
i hazz ay awsumm brruderr hoo izz kool and awsumm
bi bi frum frida







heehee
Puck

Gullibleness

Frida
I wrte this

hullo
i izz puck
i izz gulibol
i izz dumm
by puck

what seecrit code saye

Aaaahhhhhhh

This feels good. I'm just about to write on Puck's blog. I'm so exited. Today he'll talk about how easy to trick he is. He's still singing. Well, he starts over when he has done five numbers, so he's re-singing. Need to start being him, Frida.

I finally got Puck to make me one of these. I'll still write bad stuff about him, though. It's really fun. I've got him in the corner singing his new favorite song tought him: *One million bottles of beer on the wall..
I don't why he thinks it's so great. To me when he sings it, it sounds like "squeeky squeeky".
Bye, Frida

*Sometimes when humans go on long journeys, they sing "One Hundred Bottles of Beer on the Wall", to pass the time.