Lucy's Journal

Lucy’s Journal — December 17, 2025

Entry Title: The Quest for the Impossible Place

Dear Journal,

Today started like any ordinary Wednesday… until Kiwi announced — in his tiny but extremely commanding conure voice — that we needed to go on a quest. According to him, a “mystical wind” (which I’m pretty sure was just the heater kicking on) whispered about a legendary location called The Impossible Place.

Naturally, Peanut’s eyes lit up like someone had opened a fresh can of tuna, and the Quackers immediately started quacking in harmony, which I think meant “Adventure!” or “Snacks?” Hard to tell with them.

So off we went.

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Step 1: The Map of Confusion

Kiwi insisted we needed a map, so he drew one on a napkin with a highlighter he stole from my desk. It had all the essentials:

• A giant X

• Several squiggly lines

• A doodle of himself wearing a crown for some reason

Peanut studied the map very seriously before declaring, “This way!” and immediately marched us straight into the coat closet.

The Quackers waddled in behind him. Kiwi landed on my head and said, “The path is dark and full of terrors!” No, Kiwi, it’s a closet.

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Step 2: The Field of Peril (aka the backyard)

We finally got outside. Peanut crouched low like a mighty jungle tiger (all 9 pounds of him) while Kiwi rode on his back like a tiny feathery cowboy. The Quackers formed a marching line behind me, quacking an off-beat theme song.

Peanut suddenly froze.
“Danger,” he whispered dramatically.

It was just the neighbor’s garden gnome.

Kiwi, however, began yelling at it like it had insulted his honor.

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Step 3: The Bridge of Uncertainty

We came to a huge obstacle: the old wooden footbridge over the creek.

The Quackers refused to cross unless I carried them one by one, despite the fact they are, well… ducks.

Peanut strutted across like he was modeling for Cat Fancy magazine.

Kiwi flew ahead and shouted back, “The air is thin! Press on!” He was literally two feet above us.

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Step 4: The Impossible Place… Found?

The map said the Impossible Place would be “where no foot has stepped, no wing has flapped, and no quack has quacked.”

We walked for what felt like ages (Peanut stopped 14 times to sniff stuff), until finally we came upon a strange, mystical clearing…

…that looked suspiciously like the old abandoned tree fort behind the neighbor’s shed.

“WE FOUND IT!” Kiwi declared, puffing his feathers dramatically.

Peanut jumped inside, looked around, and promptly knocked over a bucket, which rolled downhill, spooking the Quackers, who ran into me, which made Kiwi fall off my shoulder and land in Peanut’s tail.

It was chaos. Pure chaos.

Which, frankly, is exactly how our adventures usually end.

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Step 5: A Hero’s Return

We returned home muddy, exhausted, and smelling questionable.

Kiwi claimed he should be knighted.
Peanut demanded treats because “quests burn calories.”
The Quackers fell asleep in the shoe rack.

And as for me?
I made hot cocoa and vowed that tomorrow, everyone stays inside.

(But deep down… I kind of hope we find another impossible place soon.)

Until the next adventure,
Lucy