Seabass’ Diary…Day 107…Not Quite…

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August 22, 2016-The stupid humans once again were alerted to a police presence at the prison and returned from wherever they had gone that evening.The police seemed to be at the prison a lot lately but I thoroughly enjoyed the publicity. The officer handed me over to the small, stupid one and explained exactly what had happened. He said that the media was asking for me.The small, stupid one agreed to let my fans have a glimpse of my magnificence but only for a few fleeting moments.

She opened the front door of the prison and held me tight. The crowd cheered and applauded for me. The sound was deafening but I loved it. So this was what being a celebrity was like! News reporters stood in front of me with microphones; the lights from camera crews were partially blinding but it was all a wonderful spectacle and it was all…

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 101…This Is NOT What I Ordered…

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August 12, 2016-I peered into the box and lifted out an enormous…wig. I stepped back for a second and collected myself. Perhaps the stun gun was on the bottom of the box and the wigs were just put on top to protect it? Hmm…this seemed unlikely. I dove into the box and wiggled my way through the weaves. There were brown, black and blonde wigs in various lengths but no stun gun, zip ties or anything else that I had ordered. This was most certainly a curious situation and I needed a back up plan immediately.

Nightfall would be here before I knew it and so would the tall, thin human to exact her revenge on me. I paced the floor and tried to remain calm. There was a knock at the front door and I froze. Wait a second…I couldn’t believe it! I was so absorbed with my  plan…

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 97…An Idea…

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August 8, 2016-I jumped down from my perch and shuddered. The sight of the tall, thin human filled me with dread. I knew that she was casing the prison and was trying to find an entry point. Panic slowly set in and I felt my heart thump against my rib cage; I didn’t know what to do. Should I wake the stupid humans and let them sort things out? Should I wake up Simba and tell him what was going on?

Neither of the options seemed suitable. I crept to the front door and noticed that flashes of light were disrupting the darkness. The tall, thin human was taking photos of the prison and of the front door. I squinted and focused on what she was holding in her left hand. She plugged some sort of device into the front lock…numbers appeared on a screen at the top of the machine. The numbers…

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