March 15th, 1889,

Dear Diary,
Father . . . Father was furious with me . . .
Funtom released a new line of sweets the other day; a toffee-caramel blend that suspiciously resembled two of our own recipes combined together.
Forgive me for not writing sooner, diary, but my hand was far too injured to do so. I've been telling everyone who asks that there was an accident with one of the candy pressers, but . . . father, he . . .
Oh, how was I supposed to know that the owner of the Funtom company was a twelve year old boy!
How was I to know that the biggest sale of my life would be to our competition!
How—! How . . .
I apologize, I cannot find it in me to write any more today . . .

Pained regards,
Candy