Diary of a Fox
Chapter 7
Entry 7
June 1
We still haven't found a town. My stomach is as empty as our cans. And, I'm sick of everyone. Desperado kept me up all night with his crying. Moody-two-shoes won't stop yelling at me, even though I'm in charge of this "group". Mr. Hungry-O'Neill won't stop eating all the food we have left. Mr. Annoying won't stop acting like an immature idiot. And Cheeky-Ooh-lala man, is well, cheeky.
Right now, I'd honestly rather be in a frying pan. At least its colder than it is out here.
I am finishing it off with this:
Arizona is hot.
update
3/22/14