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It had been an uneventful week in November. As the clock ticked to eleven o'four on that Friday morning, Woody sat in front of the bed, writing in a notebook.

…Andy's always been so good at school, so I don't get why he's suddenly having problems in math. Maybe it's the teacher. Andy did tell Mom she yells a lot and he doesn't like to ask her questions…

The Sheriff suddenly felt the presence of another person. Jessie had crept up and was looking over his shoulder. "Do you mind?" He said testily. "This is personal."

"You sure write in that diary a lot," she commented.

"It's a journal."

"Same diff."

"Sometimes," he said as he wrote. "I just like to put things down on paper so I can get some perceptive."

Jessie leaned closer. "Ya know what they say, Sheriff? That you should never write anything down that you wouldn't want broadcast on the six o'clock news!"

"I'll keep that in mind," he said absently. Suddenly, Jessie snatched the notebook from his hands. "Hey!" He shouted as he jumped up.

Jessie stuck out her tongue as she waved the journal. "Can't catch me, Bro!"

"Jessie, give that back right now!" Woody hollered as he began to chase her. The two cowdolls raced around the bedroom. Past the bookshelf, then a sharp turn at the desk. At one point the Cowgirl jumped clear over Wheezy in her effort to get away.

Woody finally caught up to her near the window. He grabbed the notebook. "Give it back!"

Jessie held on tight as he yanked. "Give…me…" Woody growled. "My…" The cover tore from the book and he went sprawling backward. Jessie looked horrified as several pages flew out.

"Oh my gosh!" She cried, dropping the journal as she ran to help him up. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to rip it!"

Woody's face was furious. "Jessie, I'm going to…going to…"

"I'm sorry!" She pleaded. "I wasn't going to really read it! I swear! I was just teasing!"

"Well, your 'teasing' went too far!" He snapped. He bent over to pick up some pages and Jessie helped.

"I'm sorry!" She said again. "I'll find you a new notebook!"

"That's not the point!"

Jessie stood up, pages pressed to her chest. "Please don't be mad! It was an accident!"

"Yeah, yeah," Woody grumbled, stretching out his hand. "I know. Just give me my pages."

As the Cowgirl gave him back the papers, one slowly fluttered to the floor. "Oops!" Both quickly bent down at the same time, causing them to knock heads.

"Ow!" Cried Woody, rubbing the spot where they collided. Jessie rubbed her forehead too. As she leaned over to grab the page again, she stopped suddenly as the words caught her eyes.

The Cowboy quickly took a look to see which entry it was. "GAH!" He shrieked as he snatched it from the ground and held it tightly.

Jessie stared at him as his entire face turned dark red. "You're…" she said slowly. "You're…" Then she smiled broadly as she cried, "You're a snuggler!"