| Dear Diary,
Something great happened. I was walking down the yellow brick road, like I do every day, but there was something different this time. Right in the middle of the road, appeared the Tardis! I leapt inside and went back several thousand years. I danced with these very short people around a campfire with purple flames and we sung a song about potatoes. Very enjoyable! Then I had to go back and water my boots; they were looking quite dry and shrivelled up. Maybe I'll get some more mushrooms this year for my giant omelettes.
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