Introduction: The Day I Learned How to Leave
I told no one where I was going. I barely told myself. Actually, as I was walking out the door, I began to feel pretty bad about leaving without so much as a note. Quickly I scribbled one and left.
February 14th Today I moved into my crude treehouse that I found, abandoned. A stroke of luck, yes, but it wasn't as nice as my condo back home. I found a few things that said "The Robinsons" on them. Whoever they are.
I didn't expect much to happen, as I was just settling in. I shooed away some pesky baboons, outsmarted some canniballistic natives and was nearly consumed by a man-eating plant. But that was really all that happened before I climbed into my bamboo bed. It's a good thing I brought my tennis racket. It makes a good giant mosquito swatter.
February 21st It's kind of lonely out here sometimes. It's no wonder this place isn't populated--no one else lives here! Every once in a while I run into this guy Ben. He says he was marooned out here 4 years ago. This is his story, as he told it to me: "It was 1985. I was on a cruise with my Grandma Zortog and we were having the time of our lives: playing Bridge, learning to waltz, taking naps... it was a grande ole time, it were. Then came a point in the trip when we landed here, on this very jungle/island, to spend some time in the sand. I decided to run off into the woods and capture... something. When I came back, the ship was gone... I knew they did it on purpose! They brainwashed me and made me want to run into the woods, then the old tyrants left without me. Wait till I get back to Earth. I'll show those jerks who can survive in the wild. Yaa haaaa!"
