Journal Entry 1

Jangle: "Hey Diaab!" She said poking her head from the barrels.

Diaab: "What is it now?" He says begrudgingly.

J: She climbs on top of the barrels and is now speaking into his ear. "Why are you in bandages? Tell me tell me tell me."

D: "That's none of your business now leave me be." Breaking eye contact.

J: "That's no fun." Defeated, she dismounts the barrels and walks back to her side of the wagon. After a minute of peaceful silence, Diaab then hears another frantic series of footsteps and Jangle flops on top of the barrels. "Gimmie one of your bandages!"

D: "No." He says flatly.

J: "Whyyyyyy?"

D: "I need them."

J: "Still? They look groooooss. You gotta change them sometime."

D: "I wash and reuse them. They are quite expensive."

J: "Gimmie a scrap of em, just a little bit!"

D: "No, why do you need them?"

J: "Because I wanna tell your story. But not yours, your name will be anonymous. Then a piece of your robe!"

D: With a sigh, "If I give you this, will you leave me alone?"

J: "Yes!!!"

D: Hands over the scrap

J: "Thanks!" And snatches it with her beak.

The footsteps scurry back to a corner in the wagon and Diaab is now left alone. However, his peace is broken with a thought, 'what story is she going to tell?' This only heightens his despair as he wonders what the consequences of his actions may be.