Seabass’ Diary…Day 140…Unsure

April 20, 2017- My guts churned as I realized the facts. The tall, thin woman missing from the group meant that she was still at large. I didn’t want to think about her on the loose, lurking around our neighbourhood, waiting for her next opportunity to cause chaos in our seemingly normal lives.

There were so many things I’d have to sort out; the new found power of Simba and what he was really capable of, getting Bernard back to his family, making sure that the prison was secured and not in imminent danger, among a laundry list of other things. I hated feeling this way; so unsure of what was to come and the feeling of not knowing who was really around me.

All of us except the small, stupid human were taken back to the prison in a police car. She was being taken to the hospital because of her injuries. The large, stupid human took Bernard back to Monty’s house where his family was waiting; I watched from the window of the prison as the large, stupid human explained the ordeal to Bernard’s parents. Thankfully they looked shocked and sympathetic and seemed happy that Bernard was safe.

“Sebastien, may I speak to you for a moment?” Simba asked. I half-heartedly turned around and expected a lecture.

“I’m glad we’re all safe, I’m glad that this didn’t turn out as a worst possible scenario,” he continued.

“I’m glad we’re back too,” I paused for a moment and wondered if I should say anything else. Before I got a chance Simba spoke, “There’s something I need to tell you.”

I gave him my full attention and sat in silence at the prospect of what he was about to say. I braced myself and held my breath.

“I’m not who you think I am.”

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 139…Free at Last

April 3, 2017-Sirens screamed, and I held my paws over my ears. The henchman lunged forward as he tried to plunge the knife into me but I rolled from one side to the other to escape the danger.

Suddenly there was a voice on a loudspeaker, “PUT YOUR HANDS UP!” it boomed. We were surrounded by what I hoped was the real police. Part of me was relieved, and the other part of me was still untrusting. We had been through so much with fake police and fake SWAT that I didn’t know what to believe, and it was hard to distinguish between the two.

The henchman who stood above me dropped his knife as several police officers swarmed him like bees. Another officer picked me up and brought me to the ambulance that was waiting with the doors open. I saw the small, stupid human, the large, stupid human, Simba, and Bernard who were being treated for injuries. I let out a sigh of relief as I collapsed into the arms of the small, stupid human. “It’s ok Seabass, everything is going to be ok,” she said and I wanted to believe her.

It was finally over, finally time to go back to the prison and get back to a seemingly normal life. Too much adventure was never a good thing and I felt as though we had been consumed by it for months.

The police came to the back of the ambulance and asked my humans a few questions. We were all being released and cleared to go back home. I looked over at the police cars and several henchmen were in handcuffs and pushed up against the outside of the cruisers. I looked again and silently calculated the arrested men. There was one problem…the tall, thin woman was missing from the group.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 138…Almost Free…

March 27, 2017-“Why do I have to do EVERYTHING?” the tall, thin woman screamed. She continued running toward us, and by this point, the large, stupid human had defeated his captor. The henchman was laying unconscious on the gravel, but there was still one to contend with. The man tried to grab for me again, but once again I bit down on him as hard as I could while Simba bit his ankle and Bernard broke free of the muzzle.

“Get him, Bernard!” I screamed as he charged at the henchman and knocked the wind out of him as he fell to the ground in a massive heap. Bernard dragged him by the coat cuff and whipped the man’s arms around viciously. He growled and snarled and spat slobber that washed over the henchman’s face. The tall, thin woman loomed over me with a huge stick. She swung it wildly, but I was able to roll out of the way just in time.

In the distance, I saw the large, stupid human grab a knife from the henchman’s utility belt and cut himself free of his restraints.He took the knife and ran towards the small, stupid human. The tall, thin woman swung at me again and missed as I rolled in the opposite direction. I knew that I couldn’t keep her at bay much longer. Bernard gnashed his teeth but couldn’t get near the stick that separated him and the tall, thin woman.

I looked for Simba but couldn’t find him. I needed him now more than ever. The henchman that was unconscious sprung to his feet and reached for his knife. “Let me do away with this one!” he said. “It’d be my pleasure,” he snarled at me.

I heard sirens in the distance. If I could hold on until they got to us, we would be saved! I was still underneath the van when I heard something up above me. Within seconds the van roared to life and suddenly my hiding place was compromised.

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Seabass’ Diary …Day 137…Struggle

March 20, 2017- (Forgive me for missing last weeks post! I was in London England at the London Book Fair and while it was wonderful, I’m glad to be back home. Without further adieu…)

My heart almost stopped at the sight of her.  She was surrounded by hired henchmen and was fighting with all of her might to free herself but it was no use. The tall, thin human let out a laugh and I wanted to destroy her.

“Oh dear!  Look at the petulant soul, trying to free herself to no avail!” she chirped delightedly. She glanced at us and smiled.

I pulled with all of my strength on my restraints once more but there was no chance of getting free of them. I had a plan and I prayed that it was going to work. I looked at Bernard and saw that he had been muzzled upon capture but luckily they didn’t think to do the same when it came to me. The van pulled up close to the back door and the tall, thin human jumped out and made her way over to the small, stupid human. The small, stupid human writhed in anger as the tall, thin human yanked her head back by her ponytail.

I hated to see her like this and swore revenge on her behalf. I looked at Simba and he looked back at me as if to read my mind. The van doors flung open and one of the henchmen reached for me, the large, stupid human head-butted him and broke his nose in the process! Blood rushed down his face and the henchman fell backward onto the gravel as he clutched his mouth and nose.

“You’ll pay for that!” another one of the henchmen promised.

He lunged at the large, stupid human and wrestled him to the ground. Someone reached for me and I sunk my teeth into their flesh and bit down as hard as I could. I was released with a scream. The henchman swore loudly and tried to stuff me into a duffle bag. I wouldn’t have it and if I had to spend my last minutes on this earth putting up a fight, so be it. Until the bitter end, I was committed to going down swinging.

I managed to roll myself off of the van floor and onto the gravel driveway. I growled and spit with all of my might and I could tell that my captor was afraid. Simba and Bernard followed my lead and did the same.

I looked for the large, stupid human and he was still fighting to get free of his restraints. I could see that the tall, thin human was racing in our direction and her face was twisted with fury.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 134…Gut Feeling

February 13, 2017- The black van came to a screeching halt and cornered us against the edge of the cliff. There was no way out but down and I knew that there was no possibility of diving off of it again. That just wasn’t going to happen. The door flung open and five men in black, bullet-proof vests with the letters S.W.A.T. written on them said, “Get in.”

I looked at the large, stupid human and a wave of suspicion washed over his face. I could tell that he didn’t know whether to believe them or if this was just another booby trap that the tall, thin woman and her henchmen had constructed to kidnap us and kill us.

The large, stupid human said what we were all thinking, “How am I supposed to know that you’re the cops? Took you long enough to get here by the way.”

One of the men fired back, “Listen, do you want to find your wife or not? By my calculations, we have about twelve minutes to get to her before they do…”

Another man in the S.W.A.T. vest said, “You’re going to have to trust us.”

Simba got into the van and then the large, stupid human and Bernard. I hesitated for a second because my guts told me that something was wrong.

“Seabass, GET IN NOW!” Simba ordered.

Everything in me was screaming for me to run but I did as I was told…as soon as I stepped foot in the van I immediately wished that I had listened to myself.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 132…Someone Please Help Us!

January 30, 2017- His words stung my ears and I stood there in a daze. Simba. Not who I thought he was at all. When did this all happen? Was he planning to overthrow me in a quest for total domination? There was no more time to think, he was right, we needed to save the large, stupid human and Bernard and for right now, the only way to do that was to remain on the same team.

We could sort out the World Domination thing once we were back at the prison. If we ever got there. The situation of ever returning to the prison became bleaker as the seconds ticked on.

“There they are!” Simba pointed not fifty yards away.

“Follow me!” He commanded and I had no choice but to do as he said. As we quickly made our way across the large rocks that littered the side of the enormous body of water fear filled my body. I was scared for a lot of reasons and had every right to be so. We picked our way through the treacherous terrain and finally made it to the large, stupid human and Bernard.

As we quickly made our way across the large rocks that littered the side of the enormous body of water, fear filled my body. I was scared for a lot of reasons and had every right to be so. We picked our way through the treacherous terrain and finally made it to the large, stupid human and Bernard.

The large, stupid human was laying face down on the rocks and Bernard was trying to roll him over with his snout. He pushed his snout under him but the human flopped back down.

“He’s not moving,” Bernard whispered. “I tried a dozen times to flip him over but…” his voice trailed off and I could tell that he was about to cry. So was I. As much as the large, stupid human and I had battled over the years this was the last thing that I wanted.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 129…Reunited (Sort of)

January 9, 2017- I blinked hard a couple of times because tears pricked at the back of my eyes…It was Bernard! The big human flung open the door, let out a high pitched whistle and Bernard jumped into the front seat with us. The big human slammed the door shut and we continued to speed down the road at an alarming rate and made a few hairpin turns that made me queasy. I shifted my weight on the seat and turned my attention back to Bernard.

“I’m so glad you’re ok!” I said as I squeezed him as hard as I could.

“I thought you had exploded!”

He looked at me and with a raised eyebrow, “I would have exploded if I had listened to YOU and waited in the truck,” he said with a scowl.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t bother listening to me…what happened exactly?” I asked.

“I don’t think this is really the time or the place to tell you,” he said as he looked out the back window and gulped.

“We’ve got bigger problems!”

I looked over my shoulder and noticed that the tall thin human’s henchman was pointing something out the window.

“What is that?” I whispered.

I glanced at Bernard and saw panic wash over his face. He was totally silent for a beat and it was if he snapped back into reality when I nudged him.

“That…” he paused “is a rocket launcher.”

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 128…On the Run…

October 19, 2016- The intensity of the explosion caused us to fall to the ground. My immediate thoughts turned to Bernard. I prayed that he had not been done away with but at this point, the tall, thin woman was capable of anything. The stakes had become even higher than before.

I held onto the large human and he carried me like a football as we raced across the street. I wondered what was happening and I had a hard time finding my bearings. It was if he could read my mind because he said, “We need to get out of here NOW!” He threw his elbow through a driver’s side window and opened the locked door from the inside. He put me on the seat and pulled out a bunch of different coloured wires from under the steering wheel. I watched as he twisted a couple of the wires together and the engine roared to life.

He looked at me and said, “I hope Bernard is ok.” I shook my head and hoped for the best. We squealed out of the parking space and were followed by a barrage of black vehicles; it was the tall, thin woman and her henchmen, they were gaining on us. I could only focus on what was going on in front of us…it was all too much. It was as if my simple, quiet life had been turned upside down…I wanted things to go back to the way they were but I supposed that it could never happen.

I gathered the courage to look behind us as we raced down the street at breakneck speed when all of the sudden the car we had stolen came to a screeching halt and stopped dead in the middle of the road.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 126…Missing

October 17, 2016-Before I could get three steps away from the truck, a black van squealed into the parking lot. I immediately recognized the silhouette in the window of the van and my blood ran cold; I rushed to get back inside the truck but it was too late. I was scooped up, put in a duffel bag and brought to the back of the building.

I shuddered with fear. I wished I could go back, back to a time where life inside the prison was much simpler and the only thing I had to worry about was world domination, now I was completely consumed with survival. I felt short of breath and tried my very best to keep from passing out.

I could feel myself being carried and I hoped that I would be able to get a glimpse of where I was going. I scratched at the inside of the duffel bag and heard a SLAM that sounded like a heavy door shutting. “You showed up…” a familiar voice said. “I’m here for my wife…” that was the voice of MY HUMAN! I must have been transported inside of the building.

I held my breath and listened but the sound of my heart beating in my ears made it hard to hear anything. “Did you bring the ransom?” the voice asked. “Yes, it’s in the bag,” my human said. “Really?” the female voice said, “That’s strange because I think you’re lying to me.” There was a beat of silence before my human said, “Where is my wife…I want to see her before I give you the ransom. I want to know that she’s ok!”

“Oh I don’t think that’s necessary…I’m going to be honest with you since you won’t be truthful with me…your wife isn’t here,” the voice said. “WHERE IS SHE?” my human demanded. The familiar voice laughed maniacally and said, “Ah…patience. You’ll find out soon enough.”

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 125…Runaway

October 14, 2016-The inside of the truck was silent. I closed my eyes and listened closely…nothing. My heart thudded against my chest and I slowly opened my eyes. Bernard stared at me and I shook my head, “This is all my fault,” I said, “If I hadn’t gotten is into this mess in the first place this wouldn’t be happening.” Bernard didn’t offer any words of comfort and in that moment I knew that it was true. No matter how much I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t my fault, deep down I knew it was.

We waited for a beat but there was still no action outside of the building. “I think I’m going to investigate…I need to know that my humans are ok,” I said solemnly. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” Bernard said quietly. I hung my head,”You know, you’re right, I have done enough…maybe it’s time that I left. The humans might be better off without me,” I said. “No…I didn’t mean it like that!” Bernard said, “All I meant was that we don’t know what’s happening! With the humans, with Simba, with anything!”

It felt as though a knife was jammed into my heart as I listened to his words. They hung in the air like a thick fog and I felt breathless. “I should just…leave…then there wouldn’t be any more trouble,” I said quietly as I opened the door to the truck. “Goodbye Bernard, thanks for all of your help,” I said and I stepped out onto the pavement. “NO! Seabass, get back here, it’s not safe!” Bernard pleaded, but it was too late. I had made up my mind and no one was going to stop me.

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