Day Thirty-One
Dear Diary,
I ended up sleeping for two days straight. We pixies love to snooze, so that’s not too alarming. Unlike dwarves, for instance, who only nap once a year. If a dwarf conked out for two days, you’d want to go casket shopping.
Once I’m up and lively, I try to leave. Spaghetti Man stands right outside the door, blocking my exit. With his yarn art face, he declares that I must remain in my chambers until the Ley Queen approves my departure.
I nod, say that’s fine, and return to my room. After that, I scheme on how to break Spaghetti Man like a wet noodle. Mostly, my scheme is to complain so often, Spaghetti Man will just give up and allow me to leave.
My Spaghetti Man Whining Plan
One. Ask for new meals every ten minutes. This has backfired a little. Now Spaghett
