The Diary of A Hippogriff

This is my diary, I am Alex the Hippogriff. A Hippogriff is a cross between a horse and an eagle.

First, I got out of my nest and had a nice juicy ferret for breakfast. Then, I stretched my legs and my wings and wondered whether I would be going flying today. After that, I went into the forest and wandered about a bit and I noticed that there was an odd smell in the air. I had a few nibbles of a leaf and then carried on.

After a while, I came to a stream that I had to fly over. I stretched out my long wings and took off. I would have come back to the ground, however, I liked the feeling of flying so I carried on. Slowly, I went up a bit higher and left the forest behind. The early morning breeze flew into my face making me want to never go back onto the ground. I loved being up high in the sky, because I felt as if I had left all of my bad thoughts back at home.

An hour later, it was my lunch time, so I found a good spot to land and found some food. I put my nose to the ground and sniffed around. I could smell a rat so I got ready to catch it. Suddenly, it came out of it’s hole and I pounced on it within seconds. Immediately, I gobbled it up and licked the remains off my claws. After the splendid meal, I lay down on a pile of leaves and had a ten minute nap.

I woke up by the sound of rain hitting the ground. I hated the rain and I needed to get back home were I was safe. I stood up and took off again. This time there was no lovely morning breeze going into my face, there was just the rain making me feel freezing and soaking. All of the birds in the sky dropped from the sky and went to their warm nests.

An hour and three minutes later, I was landing by the stream on the side that my nest was on. I ran back to my nest and quickly got into it. It felt so nice to be back at home. I was feeling very hungry so I ate another ferret from my collection and then I went to bed and fell asleep.


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