What a good book. It was a short story, which is the only type I can read. I start mixing stuff together when the books get too long. Like, I already forgot about that part in 1984 where the dog gets super powers and saves a three-toed sloth. I remembered the part about the hamburgers though. That was a good one.

So in this book the animals can talk, but they can’t remember things very well and have a strange obsession with windmills, beer, and bleating sheep. Oh, and comrades, comrade.

I’m not sure what happened in the book or how it ended because it got boring, so I had to make a lot of stuff up as I read along. But most of it was good. Some parts made me sad, and one part made me think up some new inventions for my Nacho Cheese and Salsa Factory. It’s funny how the story would tell me secret things and include my factory. Please skip over those parts as they are not for you.

I think I will go walk my dead dog now because he hasn’t had much exercise lately. He’s starting to get a little chunky, and that can’t be healthy for him. Plus we still haven’t found a skateboard and rope for him yet.

What a good day!

—Stinky