Day 24 of My Life Adventure

I miss my old home in the forest, when I could watch everthing that was going on in the world from above. Now, I am temperarily living at the tree mill where I am bascially mush, my pulp just waiting to be pressed together. I had heard stories of this terrible process. They press together all of your pulp into thin sheets. I have never seen it done, yet I have heard it is painful. I am sure I can endure almost anything after getting chopped down 24 days ago. I have also heard that once a tree is turned into paper they are able to travel all around the world helping people accomplish their everyday tasks! It sounds like such an adventure!