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Mood: Accepted
Scene: In a physically impaired zoo.

Ok, everyone, guess what? I'm not in jail! The man that put me in the cell was actually take me to a zoo for physically impaired animals. His name was Doctor Zoo, carer for animals. I was about to tell him I was not actually physically impaired, but then the thought of feedings, pampers, and rests every day kept my mouth shut. This place is great! Almost as great as my home under Stinkoman's kitchen. If only Grundy and Stobat were here. Of course, I'm still going to find them, no doubt about that, but I'll just stay here for a while to get myself back together. I mean, after reading me going crazy in the last entry, I need to fix myself up if I'm going to continue to look for my friends. I'm not going to stay here forever. I have other things to do. My friends here are freaks. And I'm one of them. Seriously, a one legged ostrich, a wingless hummingbird, and a hawk without a beak? No, just no.

Mood: Buck
Scene: In a cage.

OK, I don't know how I got in here, but I'm not complaining. This cage is full of tasty stuff. When the catcher put it in my cage, I saw that the can said "Chicken Feed". I don't know what the heck that is, but it's pretty good. Anyway, like I said, I don't know how I got in here and how the guy found me, I mean, I went to sleep and when I woke up this morning I was in here. It looks like a small jail and I don't know what I did wrong but, 3 square meals a day! I'm happy. I would've starved if I didn't get arrested. So, yeah, I'm going to enjoy my cell life and record it in my blog. And you can forget about that writing my feelings stuff, we don't roll like that. Wait, what did I just say? What does "roll like that" mean? Oh man, I'm not fit for the cell life. I'm too soft for prison! I didn't even do anything! Get me out! Kgfkgfiuigfqlqaj!

Mood: ???
Scene: ???

??? I mean, oh, hi there! Uh, sorry for the offending title from yesterday. I didn't know 85% of the people reading this would be humans. Yeah, uh, well, I didn't find out who did all those bad things to me, but I will soon! I just, I just didn't know what I was going to write in my blog, since nothing really happened to me today. I'm starving right now, since I don't have any money, like I said yesterday, so I just laid down and did...nothing. I forgot I had a blog and had to do something if I wanted to write it down. I'm bad at making up stuff. Oh well, I might as well state my feelings like those girls do with their diaries. I feel...bad right now, I mean, everyone takes advantage of my size and treat me terrible because they just don't care. I ought to commit suicide but then I found out people actually read my blog and that kept me writing all this time. Hey, that actually felt good, to get all that out. I should do that more often.

Mood: PO'd
Scene: On the ground.

Uh, what happened? Oh, I remember. Some stupid kid put a small "Kick me" sign on the back of my head yesterday while I was writing my last entry. That's probably what he thinks of an April Fools prank. I don't like it, though. I got kicked 12 times yesterday and now I think my head is broken. Unfortunately, none of the hospitals are nice enough to take care of me, some poor, small chicken head. Wait, poor? Yeah, that kid stole my pot of gold, too. I bet he blew it all on candy. Once I find who did it, I'll...tell the police. I'm not stupid enough to face him myself. So yeah, if you're reading this, kid that did all that to me, see you in court! Although I hope you're not reading this, because you would probably flee the state. And if you weren't thinking of that, I just gave you the idea and-Oh, I'll stop now!

Mood: Bored
Scene: Next to a wall.

I can't believe I didn't think of any jokes today. This was supposed to be the most exiting day ever and instead its the most boring. Isn't it weird how nothing ever works out for me? Well, mostly nothing. Seriously, the most fun thing I did today was count the bricks on random buildings. This wall has 287. Gah, I have no life. Not even the Chicky can cheer me up. Now I have to just wait for those rotten kids to stop putting graffiti everywhere and-*oof*
Someone just kicked me! This day is terrible! I have a giant mark on my face and I can't think of anything funny and, oh, why me! *faints* Man, now I'm hurting myself just to be funny and it's nothing but desperate, stupid and...desperate. Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to cry my eyes out. Why!

Mood: Relieved
Scene: Back with the Chicky.

Everyone, I have great news. Yep, you guessed it, The Chicky 900 is back! Now that that plotline has ended, I'm going to continue my search for my friends. So, yeah, I'm ending this entry early.
APRIL FOOLS! Ugh, I just can't do it right. That could've been worse than my last attempt. I just can't fool you. Or at least do it and make you laugh. Oh well, I might as well tell you how I got my Chicky back. It all started one day when I was thinking of what exiting thing to do. I asked the cell phone and it came up with an answer: Take me back. That was a great idea so I went back to the mountain. I wasn't very far away, since this is a very small city and I've been doing nothing but going around in circles for the whole week. So, I traded the cell with the Chicky and I think I heard the cell say "Thank you". I whispered "Your welcome" and I heard a load of animals laughing. Forget about them. I got my Chicky fixed and I'm using it here right now. Now, I'm going to go search for my friends. Seriously.

Mood: Satisfied
Scene: On the streets, still.

Heh, we fooled you good. You must've been scared when I got "blocked". Actually, me and the administrator secretly PMed each other about a April Fools prank we would do. You see, in the last full week of April, he would pretend to block me and I would not do an entry for the week, so people would think I was really blocked. I know it wasn't that good. Actually, it stunk. Boooo.
But that was a last minute thing. Now, if you want to know what I did this week, well, I walked around the city, ate at restaurants, continued to look for my friends, getting nothing, and...looked out for...not...pigeons. Yeah. Anyway, my week wasn't that exiting so taking a break was the best, so you wouldn't be bored out of your mind. I hope and pray that tomorrow isn't like the rest of the week. So, until then, hoight!