Day I

	Today, I begin my perilous journey to the mountain top. I shall keep this journal for informational purposes, should the Mole Crickets of tomorrow look on me for inspiration. I bring nothing with me except the food necessary to keep me alive, and a bag to hold the wares for my future shop.

	Problem is, I forgot to ask for directions before I left. So now, I’m stuck wandering the tunnels to get out of this place!  As I write this I have set up camp, and stopped my travels for tonight. I’m too far away from home to go back and ask for directions, but not far enough to be able to tell how close I am to the exit.

	I ate my first Sincerity Dumpling today. When they said it was good, I had no idea they meant this level of pure deliciousness. I must be sure to thank the elder when I get back. These should keep me going for a while!

	Well, off to bed for the night. Tomorrow, I’m gonna try a new approach to getting out of this crazy tunnel.

	Day II

	Today, I tried turning at every other turn. It didn’t work so well. I must have hit at least five dead ends. I finished the rest of my first Sincerity Dumpling; the last bite was every bit as satisfying as the first. I’ll break out a new one tomorrow.

	I’m beginning to feel a draft. If what I’ve heard is right, it means I should be closer to the exit. I’ve heard it’s really cold and bright there. Who could imagine?

	I miss home. I wish I could just talk to my mom for a minute, but she’s back home, with everyone else. She said I was crazy to try to make it to the mountain. I’ll prove her wrong!

	Day III

	When I dug through my supplies to find my second Sincerity Dumpling, I found a map! I wish I had found it sooner. It would be a great help, if only I knew where I was! I thought I heard someone else in the tunnel, though, if only for a second. It must have been my imagination.

	If I don’t find some way to warm up, I’m afraid my nose will turn to ice. My legs are just as cold, and my eyes seem like they’re seeing nonsense.

	Today’s Dumpling was even better than the first. I made sure to savor it, and only eat a third, so it’ll last longer than my first. There was chocolate inside it. It was very good chocolate. 

	You know, where does chocolate come from, anyway? I’ve always wondered why- No, no, this journal must be kept strictly for my journal. I must punish myself for such disrespect to the future generations reading this log. I know! I’ll send myself straight to bed! That means right now, stop writing in that silly little

	Day IV

	As I write this, I see a man, who looks vaguely pig-like, and quite suspicious. I must make sure to defend this tunnel, and keep the Mole Crickets safe, so I’ll go over there and give him a piece of my mind.

	I write this as I wake up. I may not be as strong as I think I am. It must be because I’m too cold. Yeah, that’s it. If I were warmer, I’d have beaten him for sure.  I’m going to go eat some Dumpling, my head hurts...

	Day V

	The last bit of my second Dumpling was amazing. Minty, cheesy, you name it, it was there. If you are reading this, make sure to buy some right away. Believe me, it’ll be worth it. I met a strange, strange creature in the tunnels today. Here is what I can remember of our conversation.

Me: “Who are you?”

???: “Boing! We are Mr. Saturn!

Me: “We? Where are the rest of you?”

Mr. Saturn: We are many, many. We live in valley, Boing!

Me: “Valley? What is a valley? I have never heard of such a thing.”

Mr. Saturn: The valley is inside you! We live inside your heart, Boing! if you believe it, we believe it. my nose feel cold now. i need warm up. I feel like go now, zoom!

He disappeared, then, vanished straight into thin air. My head hurts. I am going to lie down, Down DOwn DOWn DOWN

	Day VI

	I have no more Dumplings. I lived on a bite of Lotus today. I fear that if I do not find an exit tomorrow, I will go crazy. I fear that I have already gone mad, but that is a silly thing to think, no? I am perfectly sane. SANE NORMAL SANE SANE

	I feel like I’m seeing more and more Mr. Saturns now. I saw at least five of them marching somewhere. I tried to follow them, but they were too fast. How I wish I could find them. 

	My head hurts, the pain, the agony, the HUNGER, OH THE HUNGER, HOW I CRAVE MEAT I NEED FOOD NOW what has come over me? I really do need to lie down. I have begun to talk to this journal as if it will write down    me. It’s almost   and that’s why I think I may be crazy. I must lie down now.

Day VII

	I HAVE NO FOOD I NEED FOOD WHY MUST I CRAVE FOOD SO? I COULD EAT ANYTHING, ANYTHING

	It seems the hunger has gotten to me. I feel a strange presence inside myself. It’s almost as if there’s two of

	ME ME ME GIVE ME THAT FOOD IF THERE IS NO

	BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD

	I must lie down, lie down down down

	Please excuse my previous behavior. It was completely irrational. INSANE. It almost seems like I’ve been writing in my own blood. The page is ruined. I must turn to a new one.

	i scribble this down as fast as i can before i leave. the mr saturns came they said they could help my journal i must leave behind and i

	The rest of the journal is filled with odd pictures of Mr. Saturns and the words, Snow food go boing!