Nope, not Poetic Panda!

Oops, I said Chip was in two rooms. He'll be in room two.

Moonfrost's Journal 

We had a lovely day today. Except that two lions ecaped and ate Micearenice. I wonder who the mysterious Farmer is and who let the lions out? My bedroom is AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!! It has AWESOME snacks!!!! I'm sleeping in a bathtub!!!!!!! AWESOME!!!!!!!! What's this.

Make sure you rub your oils on.                                                                                                                  Rosmarry 

Right I have to rub my oils on.  

Rosemarry's Journal

I need to get a book on "How to Defend Yourself Aganst The Wild Beasts." Good thing they have a libray in the Bedroom.  I wish I could have been assingned with Moonfrost so I can make sure she does nothing stupid. I hope Moonfrost will remember to rub her oils on. I should send her a note.

Holly's Journal

Aoef. After spending the day in Moonfrost's pocket it's good to be out.   

Day 1 ~ The Tour ~Morning~

Early the next morning, the CBers were woken up to a loud clanging. As much as they hadn't slept, they still didn't like an intercom blaring in their ears.

Cybers, time for breakfast! We're having a tour today, so get your sunscreen on and come down to the dining room! 

In the Dining Room bedroom, the CBers were mostly full from eating off their magical table, but they still got ready to go downstairs. ***I'm putting you in here, Joss, since I missed you on accident ~ Farmer's Assistant***

In The Bathroom, the CBers grabbed a handful of soap-snacks, packed up their new soap-squirter water-bottle souveniers, made their beds, and headed downstairs. ***I'm so sorry I forgot Ookz; he'll be in here. Tell me if I forgot anyone!***

In the bedroom, all was dark, and many of the CBers there had slept well. It was kind of hard for them to get out of bed, because, well, everything was squishy! When Chip rolled off his bunk, he landed in a pile of carpets and got lost. When Dolphin's aquarium sank into the floor, Hotairballoon had to shovel through blankets to find her. Gwen sat by the door, on the only solid space, rushing people even though they were going as fast as they could.

When finally everyone was in the dining hall, they found a place marked with their name at a large table. After sitting down, three beautiful ladies danced in holding steaming plates of food. The hungry CBers had gone to bed without dinner, (Except the ones in the Dining Room), so they dug in like wolves to a deer. Will T. saw a shadow in the doorframe... and it was gone.

"Did you see that?" he asked Critic A, who was (obviously) sitting next to him.

"Nope, unless you mean your nose in my business." Critic A raised her pen-dagger threateningly. Will decided the shadow was just his imagination. 

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After breakfast, the CBers lined up/crowded by the front door outside while the assistant made some announcements.

"So, today is the start of your relaxing vacation. Our farm hands have gotten you some golf-carts to ride around in, but there is a speed control set by me, so no one can rush ahead. Please hop onto your vehicles and follow me."

There were just enough carts for everyone, including Shadow Dragon, who rode in the back of one. The assistant started downhill, through the misty morning.

To the left of the driveway was a forest, and to the right was a building, but the building was far far away from the actual path the CBers were on. The assistant made a sharp turn towards the structure, and as she did she called out,

"This is our breeder building! This is where all our baby animals stay! This is the first part of our tour today." 

As soon as they reached the dirt pad made for parking, the CBers leapt out and trailed to the door.

It really is a beautiful day today, Abigail S. had thought as she went second-to-last through the iron door.

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There was a pause as the visitors' eyes adjusted to the dim lights, and then an excited buzz as they read the signs on the back wall:

<- To the left, small creatures                  To the right, large animals ->

~CAPTCHAs                                                      ~Normal farm animals

~Chicks                                                              ~Cats                                                          

 ~Butterflies, ect.                                             ~Dragons, ect.

"So, which way do you want to go first?" asked a pretty lady with wavy brown hair. "I'm Abigail V., head vacation manager of the Resort Farm; you may remember me from your letter. I'm also head of the breedery. So, which way?"

The majority voted 'to the left'. Everyone wanted to see the baby CAPTCHAs. Abigail V. clopped down the hall in her high-heels, passed three doors, then went in a door on the right marked, 'CAPTCHAs'.

"AWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!" everybody cried. Sitting in baskets on the wall were the adorablest (the CBers invented a new word right then and there) animals anybody had ever seen. A cat sat in one basket, mewing "Melw, Melw!"

A miniature deer lay in a green basket, saying, "Hhgn, bewu!"

And a little bunny with fourteen babies kept repeating, "Xnzv, xnzv, xnzv..." 

"They're looking for a new home, you see. Please don't mess with their babies--they defend them very fiercely."

Then the murderer snuck up behind Abigail S. and put a metal object in her front pocket while no one was looking. She didn't notice because she was about to pick up the cat CAPTCHA, which was next to the bunny CAPTCHA with her babies. The mother bunny saw the knife in Abigail's pocket and panicked. She launched herself onto Abigail's shoulders, knocking her back into an alligator's nest of baby CAPTCHAs. The miniature alligator attacked. The other Cbers made a move to pull them off, but the baby CAPTCHAs were panicking and tripping everybody over. A mother mouse CAPTCHA saw the threats and grew some fangs, wings, and a black cape. The vampric mouse flapped over and started biting Abigail's shoe. Pretty soon, she was covered in angry mother CAPTCHAs, and then something very strange happened. As the unharmed CBers and AEs held frightened baby CAPTCHAs, the full-grown CAPTCHAs that were there on vacation stepped forewards, and said some words like, "myob, asap, and, ttfn". The moms calmed down, and climbed off Abigail's face.

Rosemary ran up and began cleaning Abigail's wounds with hydrogen peroxide, and Moonfrost wrapped Abigail's arm in one of her many shirts. But the mini-alligator mom was sitting behind Abigail, and the murderer stealthily came up and kicked it. Hard.

The mom, enraged, chased Abigail out of the room, where the murderer had set traps for her.

Everybody heard a scream and a clack, and saw an alligator run back to her babies screaming, "Hmis!"

Though they dreaded to see what was in the hallway, the vacationers needed to see what had happened to their friend. 

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After holding a funeral for dear Abigail, the CBers were certain the murderer was after CBers and CBers alone. But why? No one knew. Determined to not let fear consume them, the CBers agreed to continue the tour after lunch. 

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R.I.M. Abigail - Rest in mystery 

Are you Moonfrost?

No, neither of those! Good guesses, and one was really close...

Hah, funny with the CAPTCHA breedery. Who'd have thunk? BTW, I never knew how mean CAPTCHAs could be! And Abigail, welcome to my world. Being the first one dead, I got to decorate all by myself up here. Hope you like mice stickers! 

Day 1 ~ The Tour ~ Lunch ~

The CBers were on the road again. Led by their tour guide, they drove down, down, down the driveway until they could see the gigantic, (This word hardly passes for a description of the gates), electric gates. They curved into the tall grass of the left meadow; the forest, at some point, had veered off, leaving a large, half-circle meadow. 

"This is our small garden," said the farmer's assistant to everyone.

"Doesn't look very small to me," remarked Poetic Panda.

"Yeah, I wonder how big their biggest garden is. And why didn't anyone plant anything here yet?" Sydney asked.

"We were waiting for you all to come, of course!" the assistant exclaimed. "We have these super-fun planting machines for everyone, and we're going to have a biggest veggie contest when they're fully-grown! Our soil is excellent; we're sure your seedlings will grow up in a few days." 

A worker trio came out carrying a box each. One had a picture of pumpkins on it, one with carrots, and one with zucchinis. They set them on the ground for the CBers to see.

"And...what are we supposed to do with these?" Spyro wondered suspiciously.

"Plant them, silly!" said a worker, strangely enough, since none of them had ever talked out loud before.

As the assistant explained, the CBers would pick out a seed of their choice, and stand in a line with other CBers. They were to make three lines. The workers would bring out the planting machines, one to each visitor, and they would press the numbered buttons on them in order.

Everyone had fun choosing their seed. At one point, the sky got really cloudy and no one could see very well, but then the sun came back out after a few minutes. When a semi-orderly group of lines was made, the unique planting machines were handed out, and the dirt began to fly. 

Over in line three, Dragonrider and Moonfrost giggled away as their machines slung dirt onto each other. Dragonrider's hole was dug, and she dropped her large, teardrop-shaped pumpkin seed in. Moonfrost planted a carrot in her hole. The next step was the burying of the seeds.

"Hehehe, Moonfrost, look at step three. Spyro's not going to like that," Dragonrider whispered. Moonfrost read the label of button #3 and giggled again. It said, 'fertilization'.

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Shortly after, Moonfrost and Dragonrider pressed #3 on their machines. Brown, gloopy stuff sprinkled out of the bottom of their robots. Moonfrost mouthed to HAB, Cow poo!. Hotairballoon made a face. As expected, Spyro yelled, 

"Ewwwwwww, you said there wouldn't be any cow dung!"

"Cool off, Spyro. It's not like you're shoveling it or anything. Plus, it has to be this way if you want to win the biggest veggie prize."

Spyro sighed. The sprinkling of the dung was done, anyway. Not much more to make a fuss about, or so he thought.

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The CBers were about to continue their tour to the last important place on the property, but when Joss shouted,

"Stop! Where's Joan?!"

pandemonium erupted. The CBers were sure that the murderer had claimed another victim. She was nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe she went back up to the house/hotel to use the bathroom?" Rufus suggested. "It sounds like something I'd do, anyway," he mumbled when the crowd made no remark. 

"Well," the assistant said eventually, "I suppose we can't be sure of what happened to her yet. Let's go to the barn, and keep an eye out for her on the way. I'll alert the employees of our problem."

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Joan, a mystery lies surrounding you as well as Abigail.

Where could she be, no one knew, except for one person, and that one person had a plan that was taking action in the ground right, this, minute, as an innocent seed took root in the soil.  

Hopefully I won't have to keep doing the days in three parts, but I keep running out of time to finish the day! (And I think they would be too long, anyway. I'm going to try to reduce the days a tad bit.)