Dear diary,


    Pink is now my least favourite colour. The pink dye on my skin is not washing off. I''ve bathed like, three times already and I''m still pink. I fear I might be pink forever. A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    Also, Bitsy showed up in my dream again. She keeps on telling me to go down.


    Where? I don''t know. But anyways I started digging.


    I found a secluded spot inside a tree hollow, so I didn''t have to worry about being seen. At first the ladybug that I hitched a ride on stayed for a while. But then it flew off. So I''m left to dig on my own.


    Love,


    Tina