Friday, 18 July 2008
Day 346 of Captivity
My many plans for escape have been foiled. The infidels have taken to spraying me with water for every moment of self expression. I refuse to recognise the rules, I am a prisoner held captive by infidels. Their cruelty knows no bounds I am forced to dine on raw chicken and sleep in a quilted crate. I am not allowed to chew on their belongings. This evenings plan was to disgust them beyond belief, so I waited until they were dining on their nice smelling food which looks far more appetising that mine I hasten to add. Once they were really enjoying their meal I promptly hacked up a large lump of chicken. I then had to ensure the large grey kelb I am forced to share my surroundings with did not swipe the prize. The female infidel, however, didn't even bat an eyelid and cleaned it up without fuss. Curse these infidels is nothing going to crack them? Will I be forced to live out my days with these wretched folk? My next exploit will not be so easy to deal with, I will frame the kelb. Mwahahahahahahahaha!