DEAR DIE-ARY,
As I walked outside to my back yard, I noticed a dead bird...a red cardinal to be exact. My dog killed it, and, not just that, he skinned part of it aswell. I was proud of my little sociopathic dog. I grabbed a pair of hedge-clippers (there was nothing else available), picked up the bird with them, and tossed it in the trash as my mother told.
It is now 11:24pm. about 20 minutes ago, I grabbed scissors, a glove, a knife I crafted from a shard of glass and tape, and a trash bag. I headed out to the trashcan. You guessed it, I was going to preform a dissection. I layed the carcass on the trash bag and readied myself for a