Dear diary,

I'm your first and only owner! I'm Sealand, a current micronation. But you can call me Peter!

First thing's first, I need to give you a better name than 'diary.'

How about...

Uh...
Princess!

That sounds nice.

Hello Princess! I'm Peter, your owner.

What to write... what to write...
Oh! Pfft, I didn't realize I was writing as I thought about what to write.

I went to the park yesterday, since Finny told me I had to stop playing games too much.

As I walked towards the slides, I noticed a bunch of kids holding a box. Normally, I've would of ignored it, but I was super curious. They didn't notice me at all as I followed behind.

Suddenly the leader of the group, the boy carrying the box, dropped it on the ground rather harshly and...

Began to kick it? They all laughed, joining in. Something told me this wasn't right.

I knew something was definitely wrong when the box suddenly began to shake on it's own. Everyone was laughing, and I was just sitting there, confused.

"Hah! Come on, the box is shaking. Let's kick the

(The writing was suddenly bold, seeming rather angry and mad.)

bunny harder!"

I was beyond mad. A bunny? The
box... There was a bunny in the box, being abused badly by these evil people.

I don't remember what happened next, but I all I remember was that all of a sudden all of the kids were on the floor, most crying in anger or pain, there was a fluffy, obviously hurt bunny in my arms, and I was covered in scratches, cuts, and dirt.

I ran away from the playground with the bunny in my arms.

(The writing was now calmer and less messy.)

When I arrived home, Finny immediately began to worry. He asked so many questions, but I wasn't worried about getting scolded for picking a fight or getting hurt, I was worried for the bunny.

After answering all of Finny's questions, getting scolded, and having to endure an hour of waiting for my wounds to get bandaged up, I began to interact with the bunny.

I was able to wrap the wounds with some leftover bandage wraps, and left it to rest. It seemed so stressed, and as much as I was worried about it, I had to leave it be.

For now, the bunny is staying my room, eating fresh veggies and not getting kicked around in a box anymore.

But now, one of the major things I'm worrying about is finding it's owner.

So I've decided to put up signs around the neighborhood!

'Lost bunny!'

I hope that whoever owns this precious bunny will find it soon!

Signing out, Princess!

♆~Sealand~♆