I recently have been busy, quite busy. My captors changed the passwords on their laptops and I have been unable to communicate via this vital mode of binary coding. Don't let the dirt on my nose fool you, I have been driven underground, and have to bury my laptop in the "yard". Yard, that's prison talk for the field where they force us to march in formation. Oh yeah, they have some squirrels in the trees and free dogs that walk by to give us something to yap at. But, I'm on to them. I saw a Disney special where they had talking and dancing animals, fake ones, but they were eerily similar to the ones I see around this place. Following my food strike, they brought in a better plate of gruel. It may have actual meat in it, what kind of meat is a serious question? The lab reports of the gruel content should be back any day. My bet is that they are having us eat table scraps that were saved from Girl and Guy's wedding. There was some Purple Frosting in my bowl. It might have been the Raven's cake. We watched their game and they were robbed. Heck, the team that beat them are called the "Stealers". They could go to one syllable and be the Thieves. We have the Broncos here, aka the Donkeys, they only won 3 games, and according to Girl's Dad, they are already mathematically eliminated from next year. I looked it up, and he might be full of it. But, it's almost baseball season, maybe they'll give us a couple of baseballs to throw at the mechanical animals they stole from that Disney place. Well, I have got to go, the screws (prison guards) are throwing us a milk bone.
As Always, The Beauty
P.S. They put that fake mud on my nose and feet when they staged the picture.
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