MAP OF TENOCHTITLAN

Life of an Inca Ruler

These people from the a strange other land have invaded us. I mean, they haven't actually attacked us but they are SO irritating. I mean, this one dude named Pizza or something like that-that sounds like a good meal, I'm going to invent that word.... pizza-keeps messing with us on purpose. He stinking taken up most of the land so we can't expand more than we already are. I wish I could just push him off a cliff.

Okay now I am getting sort of tired of this. Pizzaro (was is actually name) is trying to irritate me. He keeps telling people around the village that there is a different job. I remember the words my mother told me when I explained to her the situation, "Honey," she had said, "I understand there is nothing you can do about this Pizza or Pizarra or whatever his name is but you know what I think... you should stop being a little girl and act like a man. You are the WORSE ruler, do you know that? Lord, lord, lord! Maybe I should go talk to him he probably be more scared of me than you, you stupid baby! If he takes over us I swear I'm going to go and make some HOT tea and I'm gonna get my skillet, and let's just say you gonna be looking like you was caught all up in a fire! You know what maybe I should call Zaboomafoo! HE always was a better younger brother than you ever was older..." Well, you get the point. She is not very encouraging. I am so bummed out.

Today I am going to have a meeting with this Pizarro guy. I decided I'll only bring 5,00 body guards and because I am so sure of myself they don't even need weapons. I swear he'd better convert to our god and leave us alone or I might just have to rough em' up. There is no way he can't beat us I mean there is 5,000 of us an I bet there will only be like 160 of them. HAHA! I just made a promise to myself I will not try to bribe him, cry, or say uncle in any way, because I will be strong. I'll write when I get back.

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Dear Journal,
         Today I had to clean master's wagon. I am very tired. He made me spend 4 hours on this. I don't think he yet knows of my intelligence; he has no idea that I have trained myself to read and write so I may not be fooled and tricked. I don't think I really have enough strength to keep writing, because of the crazy task he made me do. I mean 4 HOURS!?!? I got my revenge though: I peed on his seat. I am going to take a long nice nap; his family is coming for dinner tonight and I need my rest but as I lie there I wonder. What kept me from being owned by Master Thomas, or Sir Riley... but O had to get Mr. Burns, the most old and horrid old man I have ever met. I just wonder.

Dear Journal,
          I'm back and I am SO happy. My master is DEAD I mean I didn't expect this but... YES! The family was having dinner when Mr. Burns started choking on a peace of cabbage. He struggled so dearly and signaled to his Aunt Mimi to wrap her arms around his stomach and thrust up. She did this maybe 3 or 4 times before the green was forced out of his throat. He lived. He was dazed and wanted to go upstairs to lay down but right when he was going up the little girl put her foot out on accident and tripped him. His neck made a strange formation, but then the man of the visitors came and made a gesture to straighten it and said, "Just a crook in the neck." He was saved AGAIN. Then, he continued up the stairs. After, the guest left I went upstairs to see master had died in his sleep. I was FREE! When the ruler heard he said he had a "special" sentence for me that I, him, and the gods would enjoy. They are probably gonna give me a new master and a new home. The suprize comes tomorrow I can't wait to see what it is.