Seabass’ Diary…Day 9…

April 6, 2016-I was deposited into a motorized vehicle of sorts and tried to get my bearings. It was hard to focus in the sunlight. The small human secured the trapping station to the seat with some sort of buckle; I narrowed my eyes at her and tried to make her burst into flames but my attempts were in vain. When we finally reached our destination, I screamed at the top of my lungs to alert any potential kinsmen of my capture and I prayed that they would come to my rescue.

We entered the structure through a small door and I was placed on some sort of weighing device. Perhaps I was there to have my organs harvested…I let out another wail and began to hiss. I could smell canines, some sort of antiseptic agent and fear. The small human smugly looked at me and conversed with a yellow haired female who sat behind a desk. They seemed to be mocking me and I would not stand for it a moment longer. I saw horrible things…animals in metal jails…clanging their cups across the bars, singing the songs of their people. Some of these songs I recognized, for they were the SAME songs of MY people. This place held possible allies…I would need to find a way to free them and then I would win their loyalty. We could defeat the enemy this way as there is strength in numbers.

I was air lifted into a small room that was void of décor of any kind. There was a small metal table, a  chair and canisters that held various medicines and antidotes. I looked around and tried to gather my wits; I noted the exits and calculated an escape route. The small, stupid human would let me out of the animal trapping station at any moment and I would make a run for it; it was the only way that I could ensure my survival and avoid the alien probe. I had been probed by the alien before… and I in turn caused her a great deal of pain, so much so that she needed 10 stitches. Now the alien refuses to touch me without a sturdy pair of fire retardant gloves. I once Googled the gloves and the description read, “The proper protective equipment is important when you’re welding. Our 21 Inch FR Insulated Welders Gloves are specifically designed protect your hands and forearms from the hot sparks and heat generated during the welding process.” I do not know what this welding is that they speak of but it is nothing compared to the fury I was about to unleash on the unsuspecting alien and the small human.

I licked my lips, my heart raced…I was ready. The small human finally lifted the roof off of the enclosure and this was my chance! I lunged at her and growled with all of my might, I jumped onto the metal table and then the door opened; It was the leader of the aliens! She cautiously approached me and I could sense her dread, I had the upper hand. I backed into a corner and widened my eyes; I swatted at her when she reached for me and was disappointed that she had remembered to wear the gloves from the last time I was here. I skittered between her knees and ran to the open door; at last FREEDOM! I raced down the hall as fast as I could, my back legs slid out behind me as I rounded the corner. The yellow haired assistant alien was in the hallway and witnessed my escape; she tried to seize me with her arms thrust outward but I would not surrender!  

 

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