This is impossible! The tree cannot be dead! It is in it's prime, fully in leaf and pleasing to the eye! However, the tree may be in it's prime for me, but for you, four centuries later... it must have died. Sad for me, but entirely possible. It matters not, for I was just taking pity on you. I was trying to find you a place where you were away from your sister's prying eyes, and I could know where you were for sure at the time you were writing. The leaves make excellent camouflage. Ah well, the experiment worked! I could see your writing being written!
I had been sitting in the tree for more than thirty minutes with the Diary open on my lap before anything happened. I was admiring the view when I heard a scratching noise, like a quill on a piece of paper. I looked down and saw words being written down hastily. It was as though an invisible hand was holding the quill and making it create the letters. It was astonishing! So we know now that it is the same time of day for both of us. That was my experiment, to discover whether or not we were experiencing the same seasons.
A cell phone sounds even more complicated than I imagined it! I must admit, though, it sounds like it would be much quicker to use than writing a letter. How does one "punch in" the letters? Why punch? Surely there is a chance it could break!
~Arabella
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