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My present accommodations are modest but acceptable. The peasants have a few tables I under which I can hide when I present myself. They also provide a couch with a clean spacious underneath. I have made this my boudoir. They babble to me in their ungodly human language when they lift the flap to check on me. Dust, they prattle. Who is this Dust person, and why do they keep looking for him in my boudoir? Meanwhile in completely unrelated news, my right ear has annoyed me lately. It bothers me as if some tiny particle were trapped.
I had it perfectly under control. I scratched it all the time until it was red. See? I was handling it! But noooo that's not good enough for the peasants.
Next thing I know I'm unceremoniously dragged from my boudoir as a peasant babbles about cleaning solution. I managed to flee upon my dislodging. I found a great hiding spot under a bench in the mudroom. From there I yelled in distress for a hero to come save me. The peasant found me first. How did she discover my location? I shall ponder on this. Anyway, she scooped me up like a dreadful bird of prey and made off with me. I sat there helpless as the peasant assaulted my ears with liquid soap. What abominable device of torture is this thing called a cotton ball. The peasant squished one into my ear in a very undignified manner.
After my torment was complete, the other peasant made efforts to appease me. He gave me a massage and called me a pretty girl. Spare me with the platitudes, you fiend! How dare you do this to me!!
This will not be quickly forgotten.
I had it perfectly under control. I scratched it all the time until it was red. See? I was handling it! But noooo that's not good enough for the peasants.
Next thing I know I'm unceremoniously dragged from my boudoir as a peasant babbles about cleaning solution. I managed to flee upon my dislodging. I found a great hiding spot under a bench in the mudroom. From there I yelled in distress for a hero to come save me. The peasant found me first. How did she discover my location? I shall ponder on this. Anyway, she scooped me up like a dreadful bird of prey and made off with me. I sat there helpless as the peasant assaulted my ears with liquid soap. What abominable device of torture is this thing called a cotton ball. The peasant squished one into my ear in a very undignified manner.
After my torment was complete, the other peasant made efforts to appease me. He gave me a massage and called me a pretty girl. Spare me with the platitudes, you fiend! How dare you do this to me!!
This will not be quickly forgotten.
