Yukon, What’s the point of knowing dates anyway
They didn’t find me. Or us. I’m sorry about that because I really hoped I could have a soft and warm bed again. We’re now hiding in a farmer cellar. He kindly agreed to let us spent a couple of nights here.
He has cows. And, two horses. I don’t know their names yet, but if we stay here a bit longer than what Mister Moore said, I will probably ask to see them from closer.
I know that we will always be runaways because Mister Moore did something wrong, but I certainly hope that someday, they will forget about us.
Once again, I wish Dory was here. Sometimes I miss her and the way she calmed me.
Cuddling on the sofa, drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows and sometimes during summertime we would have S’mores.
I love S’mores. Do you?
See you later.