Nobody died.

Phew! I told Téodor how I had read in the newspaperthat a person had been carried out of the Buena Vista Arms with no sirens, and he said that place is a "Jerry-Attic" and that you can't get too worried when the ambulance goes there. It's nice to know I don't have to worry about it any more! I guess the person was fine.

It's Monday! They are doing historical helicopters at the airport across the highway and Mr. Bear let me borrow his binoculars so that I could see them. So that; I could see them!

That is a semi-colon!

Love,
Philippe!

I think a person died!

I am not usually supposed to leave the house, but today it was pretty muggy and around 5am before the sun was up I snuck out for a little walk around the neighborhood. I know I am not supposed to do this, but lately I have felt pretty cooped up! I don't know what it is.

Anyhow, I walked down three streets and over two, then turned around one hundred eighty degrees and walked back. When I was getting pretty near home I heard a real loud siren, so I ducked into some bushes and hoped that no one had seen me.

The siren was from an ambulance, and it stopped across the street from where I was hiding. It stopped at the Buena Vista Arms, a big apartment building. Three men got out and ran up some stairs to an apartment. They were in there for a little while and then they came back down with a body on their stretcher. It was all wrapped in white, and when they drove away they did not use sirens, and actually they did not use turn signals either but I think I will not report that. I think that if they did not use sirens that means they found a dead body. Otherwise why would they cover its face and not act like an emergency?

I'm not really sure what to do about this. I want to tell somebody so I can figure out of the person was dead or not, but I don't want to get in trouble for sneaking out on a secret walk. Maybe I will use the Internet to see what dead bodies look like.

Téodor is extra-mad at me.

I guess last time I wrote I said that Téodor was mad at me because I accidentally shredded some guitar music that he wrote. Well, you're not gonna believe this, but I made him even MORE mad at me. And I did it while trying to help him! Boy, sometimes I think I should just not try to help anybody and maybe move away.

Like I said, I was going to make his bed for free because I was sorry about the music. I went in to make his bed and when I was tucking the flat sheet under the mattress (Mom always taught me how to make a proper bed!) I felt something funny. Since I figured it was a soda can or something I pulled it out to throw it away. It was this weird rubber thing that looked kind of like a flashlight, but at the light bulb end it had this weird pink smile-type shape, with a hole in the middle! It looked like two string beans that were pretty close together and you could barely see the hole. It didn't look like Lyle's marijuana-heating device. Crazy! You learn something new every day, I guess.

After I got done making the bed I left it on his desk with a little note that said "Sorry, don't know what this is! —Philippe!" and went to watch Emeril. A little while later he got back from downtown and he called me into his room to speak in Private. He said he was So Mad at me and that I could Never go in his room again! He said he doesn't like Snoopers and that I had to learn that people just want privacy.

Tonight I am remembering his words and taking them to heart. I am so sorry, Téodor. I only wanted to help you have good sleep. In the future I will not Pry.

Hosey the Flow Cow!

Mr. Bear made a home-made version of Hosey the Flow Cow! It doesn't look nice like the one on TV, but it still does a good job of watering his garden. And plus he hooked up a little shredding machine to it, and it rocks back and forth and shreds stuff as long as the hose is running!

He told me to be real careful around the shredding part, since it has a lot of sharp blades. I am definitely glad he gave me that advice. Still though I wanted to see if I could shred something, and I found a piece of paper on the picnic table that is on the deck that had lots of scribbles on it. I put it in the shredder and it got shredded up real good! Then all the little shreds fell into the little fire that Todd made beneath it so he could light his cigarettes.

Téodor got pretty mad because I guess that paper was some special guitar music that he wrote. It sure didn't look like music. He said he worked on it for a long time and wasn't sure if he would remember all the notes to write down again. I feel really bad about this and want to make it up to him. I think maybe the perfect thing to do is to make his bed, since he never makes his bed and it is so nice to go to sleep in a nice, made bed. I will make Téodor's bed tomorrow! Maybe I should even make him a gift certificate for a month of free made beds!