Today at school Mrs. Davenport taught us all about protesting a drum. I was pretty sweet at it.

Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of plastic milk-crates for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Mikey told one about a ghost named Raven who haunted the guy who stole his azure face. Jeffy was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally nifty.