Dear Diary...

He came back.

That pilot who crashed his three-winged plane into my flower garden.

He did it again... this time my rose bushes. I spent centuries grooming them!

What was that man's name again......... Ry*n Reyn*lds?

No, no, no... Ah, yes, I remember now

Raymond Collishaw. 

That Canadian Pilot from the Western Front.

I wonder what did he wanted?

He's been knocking on my door for a long time. Quiet and gentle.

...............

I became to curious and opened the door. My first defensive countermeasure was to frown at him. And asked what he wanted with judging eyes.

............Wh-what? 

H-he came by to apologize to me (O.O)?

I-it's not necessary... Actually, yes it was. His plane set my rose bush on fire! 

I put it out with my magic, while he helped to trample the flames.

I glared at him. He smiled at me. Both us, a busy hunter and a naive sheep.

Before I could yell at him... He gave me something. Bigger than my body. 

1867 Pinot Noir Wine.

He had picked it up from a French Liquor Store.

As an apology gift for ruining my gardens... twice.

...............................

I forgot why I was mad and forgave him. Cough.