Uh oh...

I ran into some trouble the other day. As you know, in order for one to survive, one must eat. In order for one to eat, they need to find food. Well, that's harder then it seems when you are, oh, I dunno, A MUTANT FREAK!!!

Sorry for the yelling, I'm just a bit peeved, ya know?

Ok, so here's what happened.

I flew down to the local Wal*Mart, right? Well once inside, wings folded in and tail in hiding, I went to the food section and grabbed a bunch of light stuff for myself to carry around and eat for the next few days. Now, granted lately I've been living off of small animals and the occasional berries and fruit, but I wanted something a little different. I wanted pop-tarts, thank you very much. Can't a strange mutant freak buy some pop tarts? Aparently not. I was checking out when the lady behind the counter asked who was paying. So I told her I was. And she told me I wasn't old enough. I'm like, "Ex-ca-use-me? I don't know about you, but I need food to survive, and this is food, and I'd like to survive." Ok, so I didn't say that. I said something a little more along the lines of, "Huh?" Yes, that's me, the brilliant, genious, ever-so-bright Saria the mutant freak. By the way, all she can say is, "Huh?" I know, I'm so smart. So the stupid lady tells me that she can't let me buy the food. So I said, "Well, then I won't pay for it." And grabbed the two bags, starting to walk to the doors. That's when security hit. You know, the ceiling at Wal*Mart is not that high, after all, and I have the bruise on my head to prove it.

Anyways, I'm gonna stick to small animals and fish from now on, because taking out a bunch of security camera's is not good for one's health, and trying to break into the security center is really hard to try to erase all of those tapes is even worse for one's health. Anyways, when you hear about the strange dragon girl assault at Wal*Mart, ignore it. I swear it never happened, *cough cough*