I woke up to find Jane gluing one of my goose horns to her head. She refuses to talk to anyone, responding to everything with a series of honks and beeps. I tried to tell her that geese don’t beep, squirrels do. But she just beeped angrily at me and went to pilfer some of cactus Cale’s potting pizza. Poor, poor, delusional Jane. She should have kept a journal.

In brighter news, I’m on the team for scouting out the leech town! That’s what we’re calling it since it’s probably gonna be covered in leeches from the leech storm. Leeches taste pretty good, but they always try to latch onto your tongue and throat while you’re eating them. If I wanted something to suck my tongue, I’d go ask- actually, I’m not gonna finish that. That armed from Terry’s tent has been snooping around the camp at night and I don’t want it to read my secrets while I’m asleep. Actually, can armed even read?

Bailey is calling for all of the scouting team to get together, so I’m gonna go! I’ll be back in a few days with all kinds of juicy narwhal geese drama and some leech snacks to munch on while I write!