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Hewwo there! I am Blobby the gobbler, and I'm sure you've heard of my good ol' times on this bwlog. Nwo? Well here is a new seriwes called Gobbler Diaries, and twoday I will be whyting about the fwun time when Alwi and mwe went fishin' in the Commons. It was an adventur' I will always remember. It all startwed on a summer Saturdway morning with cwystal bwue skies and windy bweezes. I woke up late as usuawal, but saw that no Alwi was there. Whenever I swept in like a sleepy boy, she was working on homework or typwing on her webwite like I am now, because I left her no time to do 'hat.
Well, when I swaw her not there, I went out of the Ravenwood tunnel, into the Commons, out to the Shopping District, and BWOOM! There she was, handing a wizard a few pieces of gwold and taking something off the selling rwacks. It was a big pole wit' a string on it. I had nwo idea what it was. Then, she twurned around excitedly and handed it to mwe. "Blobby!" she said "Today is the start of Boating Week! Do you know what Boating Week is?" "Nuh wuh," I shook my head, cwonfused. "It's when there is exclusive fish around the Spiral! We're gonna catch a bunch of fish that are rarely around! Isn't that going to be awesome!!" she screamed. Whenever Alwi is happwy, I act happwy "Ruh!" I said, lifting her into my arms like she is a wittle ragdoll. I had been doing it since I had grown and was bigg'r than her. "To The Commons!" she shouted as I bobbled her through the crowded streets. When we arrived to the pwond in the center of The Commons, I dropped her down in the gwass and sat beside her. Alwi dusted herswelf off and then unreeled the fishin' pole. "Okay, Blobby," she whispered, "We have to be really quiet for the fish to bite our lure. Can you do that?" "Ruh huh!" I said prowdly. "Shh!" I quickly went siwent. Alwi casted a death lure into the water, then leaned back to me and quietly spoke, "I am looking for a black catfish. Tell me if you think you see one." "Ruh huh!" I said prowdly again. "Shh!" Alwi groaned, annoyed. I could not hwelp it. It is a gobbler thing. I sighed, standing up ready to go back to the dorm. It was c'wear she did not want me here. But twhen, I saw a bwack fish with big ears and big whiskers. It was my chwance to show Alwi I could do swomething wight! "Where! Where!" I yelled, splashing through the water. I dunked my fwace into the pool, and came lifting it up with a black cwatfish on my tongue. Alwi was waughing and waughing and waughing while I was wunning awound like a widdiot with a fish biting my tongue. "Okay, okay Blobby," she giggled, "Stay still and I will get him off you." She pwulled and pwulled until the cwatfish finally got off and she shoved him into a net and then into her bag. "Lets hurry home before this fella bites through the net!" We dashed to the dorm like never bwefore, speedily locking t'we door bwehind us and threw the catfish in an aquarwium with a big SPWOOSH! He swam around, wooking at wus with big gween eyes. "Oh Blobby, your tongue!" Alwi sighed, "But hey, thanks for catching him! Every time we look at him we'll think of your poor sore tongue. Wait! We'll name him Poor Sore Tongue! PST, for short." And she was wight. Whenever I saw him, I thwought of my achwing tongue, and it still has a bite mwark on it from that one Satwurday cwystal bwue morning in summer.
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