Arr, Matey. (That's how I'd say hi if I were a pirate.)

Yesterday we went exploring in the haunted mineshaft over by Old Man Matthews's farm. He got mad and yelled at us for trespassing, but we managed to grab a neat glass compass before we left.

Bobby O'Kelly keeps talking about painting chickens. Who does that anymore? That was AGES ago! Nowadays everyone is arranging little green army men. What do they do for fun where you live? Maybe that'll be the next big thing over here!

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