On my hill I do nothing but think and play the trumpet. Those are the things I love. Recently, people have been stalking me. They want me to write another chapter of the Eagleland Travel Guide. They keep reminding me that I have a contract. I do not want to travel the world. The world is already there, in my head.

When I close my eyes and play a song on my trumpet, I can see it all. I do not need to leave this spot. I have stuff to admit about my travels… I was very disappointed in what I saw. In my head, Twoson was a beautiful place were children were everywhere, doing nothing but playing and laughing. The truth was that they were only in the yard of the kindergarten. The world is not just like I imagined it. I bought something in Burglin Park and I realized that it was crap. In my head, people are nice, not thieves.

Why do you people want me to tell you about the real world? I won’t travel. From now on, I’ll just talk about my imaginary world because I don’t feel like traveling anymore. If that doesn’t make the Mysterious Editor stop bugging me to write, then nothing will.

In my own Magicant, there’s ducks everywhere. There is nobody else then me. I tried having people in there but they kept bugging me to write more chapter’s of the Eagleland Travel Guide. Mwahahahahaha…

Are you happy now? I told you about a place that doesn’t exist.