I’m out now, escaped when the moon was full, slipping past the werewolves and – no, the vampires and zombies had been banned, so I didn’t have to worry about them.
I reach home, only one thought on my mind… destroy. Must destroy that foul beast, the owl mug. I need to sneak.. slowly and carefully. It is still night – and because it’s only a mug, it will be asleep. It will not hear the soft tread of my feet on the kitchen floor. Mu-ha-ha-ha, soon the monster will live no more.
I close in, where it lives. Silent, like a Ninja, yes – all in black I am clothed. So also “She who must be obeyed” does not stir.
Shock! Horror! It is gone. But to where? The washing bowl? Empty.
Then I realise… my heart misses a beat. All is lost. My careful plans, dashed to pieces. Plans that had been crafted over many moons. All now, to no avail.
Damn you blog, and damn you again! “She” must have read – “The Owl” post – on here. Oh, how cunning is “She” – for she has thus hidden the mug, the beast, the owl.
I sit on the kitchen floor and cry, and wait for the men in white clothes……..