Day 4, 
We awoke later than usual this morning, and again met with the great Greg Kearns and boarded his mystic vessel. He enlightened us with his special knowledge of building and using mystic gilded cages. He allowed us to assist him with catching great dragons named sora. After several tries and fails (probably the monarch's fault) the birds were drawn in by their own melodies. We brought the beast upon our vessel, as well as the sea monster. The beastly behemoth bird pecketh our digits until they were down to the bone. After we returned from our adventure we feasted gloriously to celebrate our victory against the cruel beasts. We briefly went into hibernation so as to avoid the great outhouse in the sky suddenly opened up and forced us to avoid the vast ocean for the remainder of the day. We awaited the end of the apocalypse under cover in our stable. We consumed gorp so as to stay in good health. As we await the termination of our journey we leave you with this message…

     We the people who munch the dirt hold these truths to be self evident that all dirt is created equal and when it becomes time in that dirt is no longer free we are forced to emancipate ourselves from those who wish to keep us underground for these reasons we are forced to leave the rule of the monarchs so we can live fuller and freer lives to munch the dirt. 

Written by Abby, Isaac, Collin

At the break of dawn! we awoke from our slumber, we then assembled for our mighty breakfast, which consisted of yogurt, questionable eggs, wild berries, bagels, and this thing called “Cereal”. 
   We then met Matt, the mysterious bird man, who pointed out various majestic birds. Then we embarked on the longest voyage of the week, we overcame mighty obstacles like, the grueling heat!, beastly snakes!, mighty eagles!, flesh eating fish!, and undead deer! … 

We then took a brief respite under the shades of mount Calvert, afterwards we cooled off from the grueling heat by "Therapeutically cooling" because apparently we couldn’t legally swim there yada yada yada. 
            After a short while we met Greg Kearns, and his enchanted vessel, he took us on an adventure about the marshlands of the Patuxent.
 We then returned to the place where we first gathered at Jackson’s Landing, where we made camp. We hope dinner will be as good as last night. 

Ps: We don’t trust the Dirt Munchers.

​--Jesus, Demi, Tobias (The Tide)

Day 1,

Welcometh to the province of the wondrous Patuxent! In the early morn in thy Patuxent,at 8:30 a.m. the elites of each class have gathered round for the town meeting! To introduce the 3 elite groups, each from vast lands, the majestic queen ordered for the commencement of ice breakers. The queen asks of "thy’s favorite smell”, The peasants known as Dirt Munchers replied with the revolting smell…of an "Agitated stunk”!? The refined yet mediocre monarchs replied with the fine aroma of the “Hercules Beatle’s”. The clergy of tide replied with “The musk of vanilla bean”. Quite a questionable bunch gathered here. To make haste the guests were rushed into the sea of kayaks. The uneducated bunch were sent to the beginners class to learn the basics of kayaking, while the elegant and experienced kayak riders learned how to topple off the boat in a very ‘graceful' manner. The clock spins and we welcome 6 with their partner 7, 67. The ever so vile dirt munchers ignite thine fire, while the refined clergy of the Tide fabricated a beautiful dinner. Finally the beautiful, elegant, yet mediocre monarchs write this blessed letter to the far away place called the internet.

Ps: the mediocre monarchs are having withdrawal symptoms, they are in dire need of electronics.

Mediocre Monarchs

• Michelle
• Bryant
  
• Natalie
  
• Sagan

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