Diary of Jane
Today at work, my right ear started to throb and I thought “Oh no! I can’t be getting sick! ” and quickly shoved my right index finger into my ear canal.
Then all of a sudden I heard the loud spinning rotary blades (wings) of a helicopter. I took my finger our of my ear to hear them better, and they were gone. I re-inserted my finger and BAM! WW2 copter loud and clear.
Thus I concluded, there is a tiny helicopter inside my finger..
I named him copper.
Like the color, not like the slang for a cop.
Wait, is that how you end a Diary? The End? Okay. Yah. I guess I’ll go with that.