Seabass’ Diary…Day 97…An Idea…

August 8, 2016-I jumped down from my perch and shuddered. The sight of the tall, thin human filled me with dread. I knew that she was casing the prison and was trying to find an entry point. Panic slowly set in and I felt my heart thump against my rib cage; I didn’t know what to do. Should I wake the stupid humans and let them sort things out? Should I wake up Simba and tell him what was going on?

Neither of the options seemed suitable. I crept to the front door and noticed that flashes of light were disrupting the darkness. The tall, thin human was taking photos of the prison and of the front door. I squinted and focused on what she was holding in her left hand. She plugged some sort of device into the front lock…numbers appeared on a screen at the top of the machine. The numbers that the tall, thin human had revealed, were the digital code to the front door of the prison. I sucked in air and blew out a sigh…this was very bad. The fact that she had this information now meant that she could return at her leisure and waltz right in through the front door.

As I stared out into the darkness it hit me like a ton of bricks…I had the perfect plan. I jumped back to the vantage point and saw that the black getaway car and the tall, thin human had disappeared into the night. I raced back to my lair and began my plan of attack. There was no way that I was going anywhere with her ever again-she was out for revenge. She wanted to hurt me because I had turned over the diamond.  I knew that without fail that she would return…And when she did, I would be ready for her.