Seabass’ Diary…Day 39…Trouble…

May 11, 2016- At that very moment I decided it was time indeed, time for me to reveal myself and take over their plan. I pounced from the bushes and said, “Not so fast!” The group was surprised to see me and Simba’s eyes narrowed in anger, “What are you doing here and why are you wearing night vision goggles?” he demanded. I smirked at his stupidity, “You didn’t think you could do this without me did you?”

I’m sure it took everything in him to restrain himself but Simba remained calm. “This is my operation…we’ve done all of the work and you expect to swoop in at the last second and take command of my brigade…no, that is not happening.” I glared at him, “I’ve studied the location and even ordered supplies that would benefit us.” I showed him what was in my backpack to prove to him that I would be a help not a hindrance. There was a pause from the group, the bandit gathered everyone except me into a huddle.

After a quick conversation Simba finally said the words I had been waiting to hear, “Fine you can join us but don’t screw it up, your orders will come directly from me.” That’s maybe what he said but this is what I heard, “Your Lordship, we welcome you with open arms, please take over this mission and lead us into battle! Without you there would be no victory!” I happily obliged and handed out the items in my sack.

There was a loud noise that startled the brigade, we whipped around to see what it was. A gang of misfits stood ominously in a tree behind us, the scariest part is that they were all the same species…Squirrels. The head squirrel that had continuously tortured Simba and I from outside the prison walls was staring at us…and he was wearing the mask that I had ordered from the Amazon.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 3

March 30, 2016-Last night the large human had ham. It was agony to watch him eat it..he taunted me with every delicious bite but be sure I will exact my revenge. While the humans weren’t looking I formulated an ingenious but dangerous plan…I would steal the ham off the counter. I steadied myself on the counter and made the 20 foot leap across the room, I landed on target and pushed the plate onto the floor. Success!..but only for a moment. The small human came rushing in and pulled me away from my feast. She continues to mistreat me.

I awoke to the grasp of the small human. She and the large human have a very comfortable nest so I try to take up as much space as possible. I suppose there is a trade-off for my comfort…I must let her touch me but I insist on biting her hand every time to remind her of my power.  I vomited my breakfast on the carpet to show her my dissatisfaction with the menu that never varies…I also think that she is trying to poison me. I watch her scrub the carpet and while she is doing this I climb onto her back to get a better vantage point and to look for a possible escape route. My father Simba and I are served small, dry nuggets each morning at varying times due to the small human’s laziness. I’ve retreated to my lair because I know that the humans will not be able to reach me on the highest shelf of the laundry room. There is a window and sometimes a squirrel that I watch…oh if only I were free like him to frolic in the afternoon breeze…his very being reminds me of my oppression. I hate him. Today I shall try and sleep away the horror of this place and escape into my dreams of a better life.

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The deplorable conditions of my current lodgings…look away.