Not a Grimoire

Dear diary,

Goodman says we're leaving tomorrow.

The worms are dead. Goodman ate all of them. He says we're trading all our food for better ones tomorrow. I hope we get more bread.

I saved one worm in secret. I think it's a boy worm, I don't really know. they all look the same. I'll name him book worm after you, since he's your worm now. Diary please take care of bookworm. Don't smoosh him.

I'm kinda scared of going outside. Goodman says we're burning down the cave since it isn't safe here anymore. Maybe we'll see mommy when we go buy food from the trader man. I don't know the trader man. Goodman just says we're buying food from him. I hope he's nice. Maybe, he'll give us extra bread. If he does I'm gonna give you a slice.

Thanks for the crumbs by the way.

Love,

Tina