Dear Diary,
My name is Ricky, and I own a living creature called a "Praying Mantis", it is named so, because it looks like it is praying. We named him Boliver Reed* We obtained him through the complex method of stealing it from my Biology teacher. He didn't seem to care that it was gone, which sucks, because I didn't like my teacher. I took one of my dad's old mason jars and put him in it. I wanted to see how long it could hold it's breath, but mom made me poke holes in it. I asked her if we could get a dog, but she started crying and ran upstairs saying I ruined her life. I want a polar bear. I would name him Jerry and give him rocket boots, so that we can fly into space and conquer it.
Well i have to go now, Mom said we have to go the hospital because he just drank the praying mantis out of the mason jar.
Love, Ricky, age 11
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