Seabass’ Diary…Day 89…Hannah

July 26, 2016-We looked on in silence. The short, pretty human said, “Who are you and why are you here?” Grandpa answered her, “My name is Garnet and I’m here because I’m trying to save some animals…we desperately need your help because we are in danger.” The short, pretty human looked at him suspiciously and with every right to do so. “Where are your animals?” She asked with an eyebrow raised.

Grandpa gave a low whistle and we emerged one by one from our hiding places and stood before the human. “Here…they’re all here; they’ve been rescued from a pet hotel and some of these animals have been missing for years…they need to get back to their families,” he said. The short, pretty human finally dropped the pitchfork that she had been gripping tightly. “I’ve seen this on the news…people everywhere are looking for you guys…even you,” she said to Grandpa. Her eyes were huge with disbelief about what she had stumbled upon as she looked around at all of us.

She started to unload the back of her truck, “Yes, I’ll help you-We will go to the police station and tell them what’s happened. Get all of the animals into the back!”She said and there was a sense of urgency in her voice. Grandpa threw off the bales and then loaded us all into the bed of the pickup, “I don’t even know your name but thank you for helping us…” he said. “My name is Hannah,” she said quietly, “And you’re in more danger than you think.”

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 88…Help…

July 25, 2016-Grandpa motioned for us to hide. The sound of the vehicle became so close that we could hear the engine running outside of the barn door. We hid behind bales of straw and machinery; Grandpa hid with Simba and I and we had a pretty good vantage point of the barn door.

It was so quiet inside of the barn that you could hear a pin drop. The animals collectively held their breath as the massive door swung open with force. A short, pretty human with dark hair and glasses jumped out of her truck and moved a few bales of straw.She climbed back into the vehicle slowly backed it into the barn and shut off the engine; she flipped down the tailgate and began to load the back with bales.

We were in quite a quandary; if we revealed ourselves to the human she would be startled and besides, what if she was a bad one? But if we stayed put and did nothing, the tall, thin human might find us and we would be in an even worse situation. Grandpa must’ve had the same thoughts running through his mind as I did, because when I looked over-he was gone.

I caught a glimpse of him crawling out the hole that we had originally entered in at the side of the barn. What in the world was he doing? Just as I was about to follow him, Simba grabbed me by the paw and restrained me. “He has a plan, don’t compromise it!” he whispered. I decided to heed his advice and I watched as Grandpa walked through the front of the barn. He had his hands out to his sides and said,”Excuse me Miss?” The small human was startled and she turned to face him. She had a pitchfork in her hand and I noticed she gripped it tighter when she saw him; “I need your help,” Grandpa said calmly.

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