8/10: Locked
- Toots
- Aug 10, 2018
- 1 min read
Salut,
Barbe Rouge has been gone for many days and still no sight of Máma. Now, strange woman and old man scoop my feces. Such disgrace for one of my stature.
On one particular monotonous day, Beans whispered in my ear "I am not trapped in here with you, you are trapped in here with me . . ."
I'm officially nervous now. Must remain patient and not entice Beans The Silly Insane One.
Au revoir,
Lé Toots
