Dear Diary,

I had a strange delivery today. I had to deliver a letter to Harry Potter in Britain. I'd never been to the Temperates before, only my local tropics. It was quite the experience.

I was just flying along, minding my own business when I was summoned by the oddest-looking wizard I have ever seen. He had long, shaggy black hair, and black eyes that gleamed like prey. He was thin, underfed for a human with robes that had seen better days. He had an enormous hippogriff with him. My kind being hippogriff food, I kept my distance. He tied the letter to my leg and set me off, with payment. I then found myself on my way to the Temperates.

The first leg was the Atlantic, long miles of water and no where to land. I almost didn't make it. Then came stretches of farmland and cities with strange Muggles wearing muted colors and riding the most frightful animals made of ROCK. It would have been interesting if everything wasn't so blasted cold! It was the middle of winter, I grant you, but the temperature never gets so low here in the Tropics. Fifty degrees! Can you belive it! Like to have froze, I did. And no trees, anywhere! Thought I was dead meat for sure, what with all the open air I was under. But I make it, somehow.

I arrived at the hut where the recipient lived, but such a strange hut! It was made of trees coated with a smelly covering. It was guarded by a strange sort of Muggle that must have been half-pig. I've never heard of Muggles breeding with other creatures, perhaps the poor creature was an animagi's mishap. As mentally damaged as it was, that's my guess. Then the recipient tried to pull me through the smalles door I've ever seen. I barely fit, I don't know how he did. He took the letter without so much as a thank you, and made me wait in the cold for hours until he'd scribbled a reply. After offering some puny, half-grown seeds, he tied the reply to my leg. Then I had to sqeeze back out. Lost feathers, I did. And the return trip over the ocean was just as bad as the first, worse, because I got caught in a storm.

I tell you diary, I was so happy to be back where it's warm, and back in civilization. I sincerely hope never to have to return to those horrible Temperates again.