Day 1: For a long time I've wandered this snowy mountain.... I guess I'll wander for time yet longer more. There's no one left to remeber us. To remember they. Them. But still we will digress and walk along this lonley snowfall. Alone, we will walk. Through the snow of time and regret. Lost. This is my lullaby. My sweet, sweet lullaby...

Day 25: We rested today. We were in a small town today, we drank plenty. We ate too much. We had sanctuary for the first time in a while. [Name] is sick today. It isn't looking good.

Day 45: I have gained the German's trust, they still do not realize I am a bear.

Day 53: March 14, 2016 -- The Germies are closing in on the shortage of tuna, they are beginning to realize I'm not a soldier, they are beginning to think I'm might be a bear. It is getting dangerous, they are setting up cameras in the tuna cargo storage area. I'll write later, the Furehr is arriving today, we must prepare.

Day 71: They are doing inspections today. I ate all the tuna. It was good. I mean... Grrr, bear noises.

Day 69+50-5+3: I have assumed a job as a Fork maker in Hawaii.

Day 118: I have made it to Mexico, the Germans are hot on my trail.

Day XXXX: I bought a house on the island of Cyprus. The Germans haven't found me yet.