September 9, 1644- around 1 o'clock in the morning

First of all, I am envious of you for being so clever! If I could have imagined such an excuse as you, my siblings would never be nuisances again! Unfortunately, there are too many of us to be able to have so-called "alone" time with either of my parents.

Second of all, a "pen"?! As in a pig sty? No, wait- I apologize for my rashness, for I did not read the entire sentence before I began to write. Does your "pen" resemble a shaved quill? It sounds marvelous! I have often wished for such a thing, quills and inkwells can become rather messy.

Thirdly, if you don't punch in the numbers, why say "punch"? Are the buttons round and the type that one sews on? And how can a number be written on a button? Buttons are made of glass, wood, or valuable metal. Writing upon one must be extremely difficult. Do you yourself write the numbers on the buttons? Even more so, do you make your own cell phone, or is there a man with the profession of making cell phones? How large are cell phones? Surely they must be somewhat small, for you would not be able to hold one if it was large. Your cell phones are so very complicated!!

Lastly but surely not the least, I am sure you are wondering why I have not written for so long. It is a gruesome tale, full of terrifying twists and turns... actually, I just got punished.

One of my six sisters told my mother that I had been writing in this book. My mother, the beautiful Lady Marianne, disapproves of writing for anything but letters. When she had thoroughly looked it over, I was accused of writing a novel! Of all things, a novel! Of course, I bowed my head in supposed shame, for trying to explain our shared phenomenon of nature would lead to much worse punishment. Then my mother told me that I "was defiling my hard-earned, beautiful penmanship by writing such ugly letters!" She was referring to your writing, I had not the courage to tell her that. So I was punished, not to write anything for four days. My mother even went to the extreme of ordering my brother Jonathan to spy on me, in order to make sure that I was not writing behind her back! So I was forbidden to write until this present date. It infuriates me!

Farewell for now,
Arabella

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