Seabass’ Diary…Day 113…Evidence

August 30, 2016- I paced back and forth as I tried to think of anything we could do to find the small human and alert the large one. I was fresh out of ideas so I let Simba have the floor. “Do you have any ideas?” I asked. He paused for a moment.”What if we…no. Nevermind,” Simba said sullenly. I could tell that he was quickly starting to lose hope and that I would have to be the one to think of something.

I looked around my lair for inspiration. My eyes scanned the room and came up with nothing…this was going to be difficult. “If I were a madman hell bent on revenge, where would I take someone?” I said as I tried to put myself into Henri’s shoes. “We need to go back upstairs…I feel like we missed something.” Simba did as I said and we entered the dining room once again. This time we were more thorough in our search. I glanced at the chloroform soaked rag that was still crumpled on the floor and decided to get a better vantage point. There were obvious signs of a struggle and my heart skipped a beat.

I jumped onto the table and looked around. A few papers, the resume that Henri brought and…a cell phone. “Simba, quick! Get up here, I think I found something!” I said. “What is it?” he asked. I pointed to the cell phone, “I think that it was recording the interview! I think that we may have video evidence of what happened to the small human!”  Simba’s eyes widened and I his face was wrought with worry, “What are we going to do with it? How do we get it to the police ?” I thought for a second. “Wait! That’s it!” I had watched the small human call the large one a hundred times on this device. I knew that if we pressed the number 1 that it would dial his number. It was worth a shot. “Number 1 connects to the large human…I’ve seen it many times before!” I said to Simba.

I pressed the number 1 and nothing happened. I fiddled around with the screen but it was no use, I couldn’t figure it out. A few seconds later the phone rang…it showed ADAM on the screen…that was the large human’s name! He was trying to call her! I took a deep breath and pressed the answer button. “Yell as loud as you can!” I instructed Simba and we both started screaming.


Seabass’ Diary…Day 112…He’s Right…

August 29, 2016-I shuddered at the thought. The fact that the small, stupid human had been taken was terrifying. If I knew anything about her though, I figured the kidnappers would bring her back within the hour because they were tired of her. I could just imagine them tossing her a bottle of water and her saying, “No. I don’t like this kind. Do you have any ice? You can’t seriously expect me to drink that! I want a coffee…non-fat, no whip, extra hot, double shot something or another.” She would definitely wear them out and I sincerely hoped that this happened.

“What are we doing? We can’t just stand around here! She needs our help! What if she’s…”Simba said and I interrupted him. “Calm down…she’ll be ok…I have a feeling.” Simba was pretty much hyperventilating at this point so I put my hands on his shoulders. “We will look for her. Follow my lead,” I said and I tore down the stairs to my lair. “We need to alert father some how! I don’t know how to reach him!” Simba said. “What?…” I paused, “You can’t be serious…that’s what you call the big, stupid one? Father?” I said incredulously. “Yes. He is my father and you should call him that too! He takes good care of us! You need to stop calling them stupid and start being thankful that they took us in. We would have been in real danger and still living on the streets had they not rescued us,” He said angrily.

Images flashed into my mind from the day Simba and I were taken from our family, tossed into a cardboard box and left outside in the rain. The big…human spotted the box in his backyard and came to our rescue. We have been with him ever since…that was more than 7 years ago. I supposed I should be grateful. He was a great father. I looked at Simba and said,”You’re right…we need to find the small human and alert the big one of her disappearance…but how?”

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 111…Taken…

August 27, 2016-I didn’t know if I believed myself or not. In actuality, Simba’s reaction was on par…I couldn’t blame him for freaking out, I wanted to as well but I had to keep calm for the both of us. I needed a level head to figure this out and to ensure our safety.

“Where is Henri? Please tell me he’s not here anymore!” Simba said. I stared at Simba for a second and time stood still. I felt as though I was watching myself from outside of my body. “I…uh…uh…” We raced back to where I had left the small, stupid human and slammed on the brakes. I almost fell head over heels because I stopped so suddenly. I peeked around the corner and there was no trace of the small, stupid human…it didn’t make sense! She couldn’t have vanished into thin air…panic filled my heart and I started to worry. “She’s not here! Where is she?” Simba said. He was starting to hyperventilate, after all, the small human was his best friend in the whole world. He had every reason to panic.

I noticed that a few items had been knocked off of the table. It was strange and it looked like there had been a struggle. I sniffed around the table and noticed a rag on the floor. I crept a little closer and stopped in my tracks. Chloroform. I could identify that smell anywhere! It had been part of my military training; I was thankful that it had been or I would have been in enormous danger. Simba stood beside me, “What is it?! Where is SHE?!” I bowed my head and said, “She’s been taken.”


Seabass’ Diary…Day 110…The Terror

August 26, 2016-I rushed to find Simba; he was still sleeping in the nest as if nothing had happened. If he knew what had just transpired he would have been awake with fear. I thought about keeping the information about Henri to myself but I decided that it would be for the best if I told Simba. I was going to need all of the help that I could get.

“Simba,wake up! This is important!” I said. Simba sighed, “Ugh, what is it now?” “It’s Henri…he’s back.” This got his attention and he sat straight up. “WHAT? What do you mean?” he said. His body shook as he spoke and I truly wondered if I had done the right thing by telling him. “He’s back and…” I paused, “And I think that he’s going to be our babysitter.” Terror filled Simba’s eyes and he wrung his paws together nervously as I told him about the small, stupid human and how she interviewed him. “How could she not tell that it was Henri?” Simba asked. “It’s because he was disguised! He didn’t look anything like he did on t.v. and the only thing that gave him away was hit tattoo!” I explained.

“What are we going to do?” he asked, “This is a huge problem! He’s going to kidnap us again…or…or worse! What if the tall, thin human has escaped jail somehow? What if..” I grabbed Simba by the face and stared into his eyes. “You need to CALM DOWN!” I said. “We will figure this out!”