Dear diary,
I have always treasured the name 'Indie.'This is your name. Not for any other reason except that i admire that fact you listen to me and read what i write, you are the connection of my thoughts said through a pen, the pen may change but you stay the same. Giving you a name exspresses my appreciation of you always having what i wrote still there after hours, days, months even years.
Today i saw something abnormal, Theres no way of describing what i saw cleary so i will try and if it doesn't make sense... I tried. Here it goes:
It had two legs. Two arms. Two hands. Two feet. Two elbows. Two wrists but only one head. It didn't trot as such but stamped, strangly it looked like it was normal for it to walk in such a way. Although around here ~The forest~ it seemed not very elegant. It was obviously known for being loud and not elegant and strange, It never stood tall (Even if it had it would still of been larger and taller than i), Its head was always hanging down freely, swaying this way and that as it stamped, dragging it's body along with it. Not only was the new creature stange and something i had never seen before which of course fasinated me, Its aroma was stressed, tight and fearful. I dared to go near it, so i watched. Every dragged step it done, tearing the crisps leafs of winter apart so effortlessly as if they stepped on it and twisted its odd looking paws, made me blink. The effortless steps created such power beneath it odd looking paw on the forest floor. I kept watching. Slightly interested at this point. I took a deep breath, inhaling so much i could feel my lungs exspanding inside of me as if i were to scream to the top of my voice through a dark, echoing cave. I breathed out.
Bocks was yet again tired of how he looked. Feeling like a prisoner in his dark and drab pelt he decided to go for something a little more.... Spontaneous.
thanks . 
