Series V. Scarlett King

Dear Diary,

Life has been awful! Well, not that bad but my godmother, Wia, is something else.  It’s been hard to get used to. She kinda took over everything.

Our other guest, Sir Catwood, is the best guest ever. He is smart and doesn’t bore you with conversation or boss you around. The only thing he requires is total undisturbed 1-3 in the afternoon. He borrows our computer and types his books.

I have asked mother if we may keep him and mother says she doesn’t mind. Only Gwendoline objects, saying that we have enough ‘animals of the feline form’ around the house.

That through Sir Catwood in a fit of passion. Being the gentleman he is, he let that comment pass with only mild cussing. Later he apologized in splendor, even kissing Gwendoline’s hand but she didn’t appreciate it.

Everyone else (Deitrick, Elfie, Georgie, Ed, and Sierra) enjoys Sir Catwood’s presence. Cantankerous doesn’t even mind (which says something!) Sir Catwood. Stinky enjoys discussions with the Sir even more than Cranky.

Now, I shall move back to Wia. Just to show you what I have to deal with, I’ll record this conversation.

(I was brushing Candor)

“Oh ho, Scarlett!?!”

“*sigh* Yes?”

“Where are you?”

“In Candor’s stall, Wia!”

“Goodness child! You aren’t brushing that cow right!”

“Uh, Wia, it isn’t a…”

“Give me that! You brush old Bessy like this….”  Wia said, brushing Candor (!!!!) wrong.


“Goodness, what do they teach kids these days? You really should talk to old folks, Scarlett.”

Let’s just say it didn’t end well. I have to hide you diary, for fear Wia will find and read you.

Bon jour!

V. Scarlett King

Series V. Scarlett King

I found an entry to Scarlett’s diary!  It’s a pretty interesting one, at least I think.  So…jump right in.


Dear Diary,

I am sorry I haven’t written in so long.  Just been busy being bored!  It’s amazing how you can get so tired just doing NOTHING!  Let me advise you, Diary, never to have a broken arm!  You might as well have a broken head.

I guess it isn’t as bad as I’m making it out to be.  I just really miss Candor and being outside.  I still wake up at five on a Saturday but I can’t go ride Candor!  That’s what makes me upset.  I miss the warmth of Candor’s horse breath and the soft clop of his feet.  I miss my horse!

I haven’t gotten another letter from Wia yet.  Her last letter was interesting.  I never knew all that about fairy godmothers.  I didn’t even know they really exist, but I guess the letter is living proof.

Georgie and I have been coloring a lot.  A lousy thing to exchange for horse back riding, I know.  But it is fun.  We make up these crazy stories to go with our coloring pages and it’s pretty silly.  Mine was about a girl being locked in a garden but she was saved by a bird.  Georgie’s was about some hummingbirds.

Sierra is getting so big!  She is running around and pulling Cranky’s tail.  Cranky’s snatched her quite a few times but Sierra still get’s a kick out of Cranky jumping three feet in the air.  You have to admit, cats do act funny when you pull their tails.

Hmm, nothing else has happened.  Gwendolyn has been bossy as usual.  Oh, Deitrick is working for a neighbor.  I wish I had a job but then I wouldn’t have as much time with Candor.  Also, I was annoyed to find that Grumps had chewed through some of my leather tack!  How does that taste good?  I have not the slightest idea.

I have nothing else to write.  I suppose I might as well close and go to bed.

The only,

V. Scarlett King