Journal #7

And then Buck smiled upon his own Glory. Glory, it's paws grasping its prey. The king of the jungle that filled like a jelly bean container, mysterious with unknown flavors. What discovery must Glory find, and what tools gives this beast Glory? He uses his sense of smell to pick out his flavor. Sniffing and smelling whenever he is hungry,waiting for the right scent that satisfies his needs. Hunting for hours after the last target failed. He was turning the wrench the opposite way forgetting his righty tighty and lefty loosey. He was sweating and struggling. Poor Buck! He shouldn't have stripped the nut. He tried using his own strength, but that wasn't enough. Building muscles are for tough jobs like these, but they just couldn't apply enough power. The machine was a stickler. Always breaking down and such. Maybe the machine is unrepairable. That was what Buck had thought. So as he walked on out of the shop, he saw the power tools. The shop was massive, so he thought to take a gander around the shop, and he then saw the power tools. Determined that their must be a way to fix the machine. He almost gave up on the job. Perseverance, his tools, helped Buck fix the machine.