Seabass’ Diary…Day 165…A Perfect Distraction

November 6, 2017- “What’s your plan?” I said to the rodent.

“The plan is, we’ll create a distraction outside of the main door. When the humans come out to investigate, you guys can sneak right in. We’ll meet you upstairs.”

“So wait one second, you’re not even going to help us?” Simba asked

The rodent looked at his friend and then glared at me, “We ARE helping, by creating the distraction!”

I glanced at Simba and could tell that he was thinking the same thing that I was, if we were going to help the other animals, it was entirely up to the two of us. We couldn’t depend on anyone else to do what we do best, which is search and rescue.

“Alright, fine! We’ll do all of the work.” Simba muttered. “Lives are hanging in the balance, and we’re out here squabbling and wasting time!”

“Ready?” I asked the rodents.

“What, now?” they said with their mouths gaping open in unison

“Yes now! When were you thinking?”

“Nevermind. Alright, let’s do this.”

Without another word from any of us, the rodents climbed the front steps of the porch and started banging on the main door.  Simba and I waited behind a potted plant.

All of the sudden the door flew open and a large human came out. He looked around for where the noise had come from and his eyes finally settled on the rodents scrapping it out on the welcome mat.

“What in the world?” He said, “Babe, you gotta come see this!”

Simba and I didn’t stick around to see what happened next, we ran into the house as fast as our legs would carry us. We couldn’t risk being seen.

We raced up the staircase to Amelia’s room and hid under the bed.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 163…A Slight Problem

October 23, 2017- The rodent and I scrambled down the stairs and back out the front door that we had left open. We hurried to the backyard to meet the recently freed captives.

“Are you ok?” I said to Simba as I embraced him in a manly way.

“Yes, it was…it was…”

“Why are you shaking?” I asked. I was very concerned with the way he was behaving and wondered what had taken place in my absence.

“I don’t want to relive it…I’ll tell you one day when I’m ready,” Simba said.

I looked at the two rodents, and the one who had just been released was also quite terrified it seemed. His eyes were as wide as saucers, and his lower lip quivered when he spoke.

“There are more,” Simba whispered.

“What?” I said.

“There are more…of us.”

I decided to be patient with him; Afterall, he had just experienced a horrible ordeal.

“What do you mean more of us?” I asked.

“He’s right! There are many more…at least four more creatures…in the closet,” the rodent said.

“Wait for a second, there are more animals in Amelia’s room?” I shuddered at the thought.

“Yes, that’s why we must go back in to rescue them!” Simba said.

I stood there with my hands on my hips and blew out a sigh, “There is NO WAY that we are going back in there. You were just given a gift of escaping the clutches of Amelia with your lives, and now you want to go back in? Are you kidding me?”

And with that, Simba fainted.

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