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 81…The Plot Thickens…

July 14, 2016-I looked over my shoulder and saw that Grandpa was only a few feet behind me. He knew that I was leading him somewhere but I wondered if he had any idea how many animals had actually broken free from the dreaded pet hotel. He did say to the officer that it was on the news and in my opinion-that was a good thing. That hopefully meant that Caleb’s humans and the other animals’s humans knew it was a possibility that they would be re-united.

We reached the cave and I stopped at the mouth of it. Grandpa put his hand against the rocky wall and caught his breath for a moment. “Oh no…you’re not going in there,” he said as he tried to pick me up but I eluded his grasp, “There could be bears or worse in there!” I looked at him and started off into the cave-he had no choice but to follow my lead.

As I led him into the winding cavern the visibility became worse with each step. I felt my way through the darkness  and finally came to the place where I had left Simba and the other animals. I saw a small flicker of light behind me and realized that Grandpa was carrying a lighter with a flame so tiny it barely glimmered in the massive darkness. I felt around on the floor for any sticks or dried grass that we could set on fire to secure the light that we so desperately needed.

Grandpa did the same thing and we lit a small fire that quickly grew into a large one. As the light from the fire seeped onto the walls, I realized that the cave was empty! The animals and Simba…were gone.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 31…Missing…

April 30, 2016- I shook my head in amazement and it occurred to me that no matter what I did I would get blamed for it. I thought about that for a moment…so if I was going to get blamed for something I didn’t do, I might as well do whatever I want anyway! Yes of course! From now on I would do what I want!

I glared at Monty and I’m sure that my hateful stare struck fear deep into his heart. He did not remember who he was messing with! I am an evil genius, ice water runs through my veins and there is nothing that I am not capable of! Perhaps the mutt needed a gentle reminder of his place in our prison-perhaps I would be just the one to teach him that he was lowest on the totem pole…even lower than the stupid humans as far as I was concerned.

Later that night the stupid humans settled in front of the idiot box with the mutt and ate some sort of popped corn…I particularly like this stuff-especially the butter like topping which I lick off the corn kernels when no one is watching. I had already done that to this particular serving and watched as the stupid humans consumed it by the handfuls. As I watched them gorge…the large, stupid one especially, I realized that I needed a plan. A plan to get rid of the mutt for good but I would need help for what I had in mind…I would have to recruit Simba. I looked around-usually he did not leave the small, stupid human’s side, they were inseparable…but he was not at his usual post. I rushed to his hiding spot and he was not there either…it seemed as though Simba was missing.

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