Wednesday, November 26, 2003


This is Grover.

Piglet is a bully.

A big, wrinkly, smelly, pot-bellied bully.

I've had enough of him.

No matter what I do, he has to be there. When I sleep he tries to get next to me and wakes me up. When I find something to play with he has to play, too. When I'm sitting on my mom's lap, he has to jump up.

I can't stand it anymore.

I've tried to leave, but I can't get the doors to open.

I'm going to try extra hard today.

You might not hear from me again.



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