About two days ago a strange thing happened. The ground changed colors; in fact, it became all one color. I couldn’t walk on it for slipping all around, making it awfully difficult to…you know. But the weirdest part of the whole situation was that I couldn’t smell the ground! Couldn’t Smell It!! I fear that the ground may never return and I wonder about what that means for me and my life. Where will I dig? What will I roll on? How will I ensure my butt smells just right for Tonks, the love of my life?
The humans seem to think the new ground is great- like they enjoy slip sliding around on a monochrome meadow. I may never understand my humans. But I do love them so, and the scentless ground seems to be related to their many days at home so I suppose I won’t complain too much. And the girl human has been very generous with the cheese these past few days.
Until next time, Diary,