Dear Diary,
"Row, Row, Row your boat gently down the stream!"

I got a song stuck in my head.

"Merrily, Merrily, merrily life is but a dream."

So, I started to sing it out loud. And my friends, might I say, are quiet annoyed with me.

"Row, row, row your boat into Petes mouth. Merrily, merrily merrily life just got a lot more peaceful." Gerald grumbled glaring daggers at me.

Ted sighed. "I hope that happens."

See what I mean. They are insulting me, my mouth, the song and boats. They are insulting boats! You never want to insult boats. Boats can be mean, very mean.

"Boats can kidnap you!"

"Trust me. I have seen it. With my dear cousin Purple Pablo Paint. Poor Purple Pablo Paint. It all started back in the shop where I was made. During the night a guy came in wearing black everything! Shoes, coat, gloves, hat I even bet he had black undies on too. Anyway, This guy he took out a picture from his back pocket, and there was a picture of a boat! The guy searched the paint isle. Every once in awhile he glanced down at his picture, then at the paint cans on the wall. He eyed my cousin. Grabbing my cousin he dashed out into the night. And to this day I can still hear Purple Pablo's screams of terror."

"Uhh, Pete? The guy stole Purple Pablo, the boat didn't."

"Shut it!"

Love from your friend who still recovering the loss of his missing cousin, Pete Poster.