Sunday, June 17th, 2007

imprisoned? emprisoned? help!

help, I’m being held hostage!

I must be quiet. my captors are not far.

I can hear them. the tell-tale sound of dishes rattling gave them away.

I expext they will burst into this chamber where I’m being held. then they will find me and who knows what they will do to me.

what is it they are planning? I am prepared for anything — burned toast, soggy cheerioes, neckties.

shh, I just heard a door open. I’d best hide somewh