A whiff of subterfuge
Three days and no humans. No dog, either. Mountains of food left out... several bowls of water conveniently placed around the house. I have the run of the place, my pick of the numerous cushioned sleeping stations, unfettered access to the various chambers and anterooms of my stronghold.
The smelly tree is completely unmonitored — and all the barricades have been removed. Hm.
Fabio is also here, mainly preoccupied with those mountains of food, but otherwise oblivious to the obvious:
A trap. It's far too easy, too convenient, too quiet. Surely we are being observed.
Ha. They shan't catch me red-pawed. As always, I remain one pounce ahead of these so-called “authorities.”
I know you're watching! You hear me? Shmool knows what's going on! Ha! Ha ha ha!
Hello?
The smelly tree is completely unmonitored — and all the barricades have been removed. Hm.
Fabio is also here, mainly preoccupied with those mountains of food, but otherwise oblivious to the obvious:
A trap. It's far too easy, too convenient, too quiet. Surely we are being observed.
Ha. They shan't catch me red-pawed. As always, I remain one pounce ahead of these so-called “authorities.”
I know you're watching! You hear me? Shmool knows what's going on! Ha! Ha ha ha!
Hello?
so sayeth Shmool on Sunday, December 25, 2005
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