63 Days in Captivity
We’ve started our voyage across the green lake. The Wingless Bird will not let us stay in one spot for more than a few days now that we’ve destroyed the green jungle. It doesn’t seem angry though. More excited. Strange.
Our eggs are still being taken. We’ve tried hiding them under the straw at the back of our box, but the Wingless Ones found them. They are far too clever for us. What could they be doing with all those eggs?
We met a raccoon on the outside who has agreed to help us. All he wants in return is a tasty snack. We’ve tried meeting him, but the Wingless Ones are ruthless in their determination to keep us in prison. They lock us up in the box every night and don’t let us out until sunrise.
We almost succeeded in our escape last week when they opened the big door to, once again, demolish our freshly made beds. If only Fluffy hadn’t gotten distracted by that worm.
Next time, we’ll leave her behind.
–Roadrunner, Imprisoned in the Prairie
I love it!!!!
extremely entertaining, love the stick monster
You ladies should contact ‘cows with guns’.
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