Journal Entry

Sunday
Sometimes i don' kno what I did wrong. I try to be on my best behavior but it's like it's no good. I think George hates me, I tell ya' he do. He get's mad and say he wont let me tend the rabbits no moe. I think he wants to get rid of me! Sometimes I jus' want to leave, but where to go? If I keep on getting in trouble, he won't lemme get no ketchup for my beans. I won't be able to pet soft things. He won't lemme' do anything!

Wednsday
I don't think I would ever be like in the barn. I didn't wanna touch that man I sware ya' I didn't. He kept on hitting me, and I kept on lookin' at george and he told me to sock'em but i didn't wanna sock em. I didn't wanna sock'em! But I sockd' him. Now hes' hand is crumble. I think I brought every bone in hes' body. I think I'm gonna be lynch. But george said it will be alright. I belive it will be alright. Slim and the dude carlson look at me crazy. Like i'm a bad person. I don't know what to do.