Dear Diary,
     I am now in a space station in space—in the future, too. I went to a museum in it and looked around. Then, I noticed something. I was in a section of the museum that was about the H.M.S Beagle (no surprise); the letter was said to be from Mary Fuegia. I recognized it. It was one of my letters. Sheesh! They misread it thinking that Fuegia was my last name.
    I couldn't walk right up to the manager and say "I wrote that letter, my name is Mary Tuna not Mary Fuegia!"—they would think I am crazy!
    I decided to ask for help—Mel or Aliaranel, maybe. We are still able to turn into smilies. I change from light green to pink if I want or back to light green. I made sure nobody was watching and zzzziiippp!  I was a smilie. With super smilie speed, I whizzed by to where I found Ali and Mel talking.
    "Hi guys!" I said. I changed back. "You have got to come see this," I said. Once inside the exhibit, I lead them straight to the letter.
    Ali shook her head, laughing. "Oh, Mary what are we going to do?" she said.
    "We could pretend we're experts and point the mistake out..." I said "Or we could find an expert who will point the mistake out."
    Mel piped up, "Do they have your 'uncle's' log?" she asked.
    "Yes," I said "Why?"
    She admitted that she had sneaked a peek and there it said My niece Mary Tuna..., and in my letter, I said I was the companion of Fuegia Basket; Uncle said that I was, too, in his log. "With luck," Mel said "We can correct it."
    We did everything. We got it corrected and by the time we were out of the museum, we were thirsty.
    "Hey guys, want to go to the cafe?" I asked. "Drinks are on me."
    "YAY!" said Mel and Ali together. So, off we went.

       Mary