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was unexplainable. I felt right then and there we were going to die a painful and terrible death. Luckily
enough we eventually we slid under a rock and the Zhenniao lost us.
April 17th,
I haven’t written for two months. No one feels like they are getting anywhere. We have no more resources
and we are beginning to have no hope. The pig is so hungry he can’t talk about anything comforting. The
monkey king won’t even try to bug us and the friar is starting to look like a living corpse. His eyes are
purple but his skin is so pale, and everytime he tries to speak or open his mouth he looks like he is about to
pass out. I think I am the only one in this group trying to encourage each other to take a step on the
ground.
May 23rd,
I think the the Pig has a feeling of leaving this journey. He has literally been scavenging for blue bottle bugs
in caves. So far nothing important happened unless you want to hear all the complaints of everyone. I don’t
think they get the fact that we are actually getting closer. We have overcome several villages that have very
different life styles compared the places we live. Many of the people are storytellers and they new every
square centimeter of this land all around us. They offered to help us get to our destination. Many of
villagers gave us notes and pictures that will show us where our destination. Many of the villagers were very
fond of this place and they called it Indus. Many of the drawings were very familiar but one caught my eye.
It was the same picture of a mountain.. But it was me in front of the pig the friar and the monkey king and I
was holding a giant stick high in the air with a gigantic grin on my face. Maybe that meant something like a
victory. So I kept it and continued on with the journey and was keeping an eye on the mountain. Everyone
was so bummed that they had to leave especially the pig. He took a humongous amount of food and water
just to pack up.
June 1st,
I’m beginning to feel much more confident about this trip. I just feel every time I take a step the grass
becomes greener and the sky becomes shinier. Everything is feeling positive. I am starting to look out on
mountains because all of us entered a mountainous area.
June 2nd,
I can’t explain how excited everyone is. We are here. I have never seen the world like it is now. I feel like I
am watching over the world. It’s shiny it’s glistening it’s….. Just plain beautiful. As everyone leaped in joy
the monkey king gave me a giant stick and I held it up to the sky like I was a God. I know feel like a leader.
Everyone's congratulating me just for this one journey. Now this journey and Diary will be for ever in my
heart. Thank you reader for acknowledging my work.