Kirbie here. Hey, veterans, do you remember the Why House?
That sweet, seemingly innocent house, that mysteriously vanished. If you do, I
believe you will be interested to read more...
- THE DIARIES OF KIRBIE393 -
June 30th, 2002.
Today I moved into my new house. Yes, the sweet little house atop the green
hill, in the friendly town of Whyville. It is beautiful, but people seem to shy
away from it. Is there something wrong with my new home? I hope to find out
August 14th, 2002.
Something very strange came about today. I noticed more than ever that I have
not had visitors in my Why House, as I have now dubbed it. That's not the worst
part. When asked of it, people laughed maniacally, and whispered things to their
friends. There cartoon faces could not show much expression, of course, but I'm
sure they would have been smirking. One friend of mine, who wishes to remain
nameless, says that the Why House is a joke, nobody likes it. How strange.
November 22nd, 2002.
Alas! It has happened... they tore down my beautiful, friendly, lonely abode,
three days and seven hours ago. It was a quiet happening, and nobody showed up
to see. I am currently living in a sub-letted apartment, where I pay five clams
a day for rent. I miss my home... and there is one more, horribly sad part.
Today when I questioned as to why my Why House was destroyed, the City Worker
sighed sadly and stared at the wreckage. "It is because of vanity," he replied
finally. "It is because people took it for granted, and we have no room in our
town for places like that." I was horribly sad, and horribly angry at the people
who took this place for granted. But, I suppose, what's done is done.
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