The Epic Adventures of Huggie & Stick, by Drew Daywalt

Dear diary, I hate stick. I really do. I tried to push them out of the backpack today, but this point he had snagged on a loose thread on my paw and we both fell out. Now I'm writing this from a dirty tire floating in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Sunday, the Pacific Ocean. Dear diary, best trip ever today we were rescued by these nice guys and super awesome hats. I told huggy they must be some kind of super awesome hat club. They showed us cool swords and huggy gave them his button. Then huggy kind of barfed on the one with the biggest hand they had his triathlon diving board. Strange though, they sailed away after we dove into the ocean oh, well, so much fun. Dear diary were strip ever. Today we were captured by pirates. I was robbed of my lucky gold button. I got seasick on their captain that they made us walk the plank. Now stuffing is coming out of my butt. Wonderful. Monday, Australia. Dear diary, today we swam at a short met a giant mouse with a pocket in her tummy. She gave us a ride, but it was bumped, so bumpy that huggy fell out. I didn't want him to get injured, so I broke his fall. Thank goodness I was there, or he could have been hurt. 

Dear diary. I have a stick up my butt. I hate my wife. Dear diary. Today we rode on a plane. Instead of going home though, we ended up in this magical forest where a giant teddy bear tried to kiss me. I think huggy likes me more than he admits because he got jealous and pulled me away before the teddy bear could kiss me. Dear diary. Today a giant panda tried to eat schtick. That's what panda's eat sticks. Somehow, mister wood for brain thought he was going to get a kiss. I'm not sure why I saved him, but I did. Unfortunately, the bayard didn't appreciate my taking away his lunch. There in Asia. Dear diary. Actually Wednesday, Europe. Dear diary, another great day. This morning we hopped on a train, and I made huggy a new arm. It's even better than the old one if he asked me. We got off the train, I said he wanted to find his own way home, but he tripped on the train tracks, and I grabbed him and saved his life. 

There was a TV reporter there, and now everyone's calling me a hero. Because we were now famous, we got to meet the queen. Did you know she has a sword too? I definitely need to get a sword. It's like his new arm is a spork. Derrida. I don't believe this. I almost get run over by a train and sticks get stick. It's knighted by the queen of England. And what universal is that fair? I chop them into little pieces with my new arm, but it only seems to be good for eating hearty soups. You become a night in England, tappy with a sword. Thursday, Africa. Dear diary. After a boat ride, then a trip across the desert on a camo, we ended up in the jungle, how cool is that? After running a fundraiser, we found a giant Lake and jumped into cool off. But it turned and it turned out we didn't have to swim because the huge fish offered us a free ride in his mouth. I love today. 

Dear diary, this is getting crazy. Today we ended up in a jungle where ferocious charging rhinoceros would have destroyed us both. Had I not grabbed steak and jumped into the ocean to get away. The rhino shouldn't feel too badly that we escaped, though, because after jumping into the water, we were promptly eaten by a shark. My only hope is that sharks are allergic to stuffed animals. They're in the Atlantic Ocean now. Friday, Antarctica. Dear diary, holy moly, did you know sharks are allergic to stuffed animals? And he spit us up so cool. Still enjoying our trip around the world, and we swam to an iceberg. There were so there were little elves in tuxedos living there, so cute. I wanted to eat them up, unfortunately they wanted to eat us up too. Dear diary, where do I start? The barfing shark, the vicious stuffed animal eating penguins. It tastes like socks. How could they not know that? Where the long swim to South America from the freezing Antarctic? I need a nap. Saturday, South America. 

Dear diary, can you say amazing? Because that's what the rainforest is. All these cool animals in the nice people who turned me into a sippy straw. I even saved tugging from the bean fish to try to eat him. Golly gumdrops huggy and I make a great team. Dear diary, can you say horrible? Because that's what the rainforest is. Poisonous frogs, bugs as big as my head and fish that eat anything, including stuff buddy legs, stop trying to eat any world. Not only that, I had to save stick from some people who hollowed them out to use them as a blowgun to shoot at monkeys and sloths all morning. Weirdest trip ever. Dear diary, we landed back home today. This was the best trip ever, and I never would have made it if it weren't for huggy, my best friend. 

Dear diary, slips, sticks sucked through the Llama ride, the train ride, two bus rides, the small plane trip in the 200 miles at the back of a very determined chihuahua. If I never go anywhere without that smiling piece of wood again, it will be too soon. The next day, stick, don't pull that thread. Relax, it's just a little loose string. Cool. You have got to be kidding me. All right, so this is the story of hugging stick and how they traveled around the world together. That was another show me book. If you live in the mobile district, I will tell you how you could vote on that until then everyone stay safe.