Dear Diary.....

I was in the mood for Chamomile Tea

Until someone was knocking on the door. Today, I chose to ignore them.

I’ve already answered about 320 knocks in the past week. 

Pilots who got lost in the Western Front. Nurses needing shelter for the wounded from the Crimean War. Romans Legionnaires who can't read the map to Egypt. Outlaws looking for a place to hide from the Wild West.

.........Honestly, don't humans have anything better to do!? My Summer Palace in a Treehouse is not a travelling inn! I'm supposed to be relaxing!

That is why I have begun to boycott all the knocking starting today.

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STOP KNOCKING YOU PLEBEIANS!

IF NO ONE ANSWERS, IT MEANS NO ONE IS F**KING HOME!

So forced myself to open the door.

I yelled all sorts of crude things.

Something about their mother. Something about their father

Something about them having you, so on and so forth. 

I can’t remember what I was screaming. I was just livid.

………………..

Only to see two children crying in front of me.

For some reason, they were dripping rocks and bread crumbs behind them.

…I asked who were they.

They answered through sniffles

Hanzel and Gretel.

つづく。