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February the 29th.

Dear diary, this morning was much like any other morning, and when I took my

usual walk, I had no idea that on this day I was destined to find the girl of

dreams.

I suppose the whole thing was my fault.

I was just a lonesome bachelor searching for my idea. Oh, dear.

Ah, yes.

I'm quite impulsive by nature.

And yet I can't say I was unhappy as a bachelor.

Though at times, I felt I was missing something.

Help! Help!

Save me!

Oh, darn!

My technique was simple. I swept her off her feet.

My search was over. At last, I found my dream girl.

Took her to the latest movies.

Just two crazy kids.

We dined at the best places.

I took her to my favorite spot.

And she took me to hers.

And when I could resist her no longer, I kissed her.

I knew I was winning her over.

I was invited to meet the family.

Donald? Meet my brothers.

And this is my mother.

Hey, what's the name?

Hmm.

And this is Daddy.

Ah, yes. They were my kind of people.

I knew the time was now to pop the question.

Ah, tonight's the night.

Done at last.

The stage was all set for my big moment.

Would I?

Baby!

At last, my dreams had come true.

Her family didn't feel they'd lost a daughter, but had gained a son.

Goodbye, Daisy.

She helped plan our honeymoon.

But I promised them.

She was loyal.

She was sensitive.

And had a wonderful sense of value.

We drove directly to our dream cottage.

Alone at last.

Don't drag no mud on them flowers.

Well, with the honeymoon over, we settled down to domestic life.

And got to know each other better.

What's the matter?

I'll never forget that first evening when I return home.

She had prepared my favorite dinner.

Dinner's served.

And how surprised I was to see her family.

Now, after a hearty meal, I went for my favorite chat.

The garbage buster. I began to notice a change in Daisy.

What had happened to this beautiful thing between us? Was this the wedded

I'd dreamed of?

I was losing my identity. I had become a... a robot.

Cut the grass.

Wipe the dishes.

Beat the rug. Take out the cat.

Mock the floor. Just the furniture.

Take out the cat.

Donald, dreamer boy, wake up.

Dear diary, it was a narrow escape.

Though I was born when I kissed her, I died when we parted.

But I lived for a little while.