After a month of no
response I have came to the conclusion that the Street Sleepers are
laying low from the Vermillion. I can't say I blame them, after all
they are vastly outnumbered. Yesterday me and Ed had a scrap. I found
a secret stash of information about myself and the Humans, things
that seemed pointless to me but vital information to Ed. Like how
many toes I had and where my favorite poop spot is on Mondays (Not
even I noticed this till I read his report!!), there was even what
appeared to be some skin which I think he took from the man.
He spotted me
rummaging, and attacked my back before chasing me out of the log and
cornering me. I think he may be Vermillion as he already knows I'm
Street Sleeper and seemed disgusted by it when he squeaked the words.
He isn't giving anything away about his past. I must keep my whiskers
twitching round him. I thought he was my best friend. This saddens me
to the tip of my tail. Maybe there is hope for him somewhere? I am
going to go ommm in my hammock at a dried pea, hopefully this will
ease the tension in my ears.
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| That raspberry looks so sweet, I hope my owners share something like this with me soon <3<3 |
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