I have decided to journal my thoughts about my time in the Queen's Dungeon. The Queen thought it best if I were to spend some time in solitary confinement. I must tell you it has been most difficult living in the Dungeon. It is cold, dark and damp. The Queen has been so kind as to finally give me a mattress, some cheese and crackers, and Homer, the palace dog, ordered in pizza.
It is very lonely down here and I am embracing my new little friends, the mice. While though they scare me to death, we have come to an amicable agreement. If they don't bother me, I will share my food with them. We are working on something more sinister though I can not disclose the nature of the talks. At first, all mouse leaders were present, then one by one they left after a very long and boring speaker. In fact there were two really crazy mice trying to vent to the rest of the mouse world. They had a lot of issues.
Of course, I being the smarter of the two groups told them to behave or they would find themselves in a ditty. I hate to resort to violence, but I have two very effective mouse traps to persuade them to see my point of view.
There is a little light shining through the Dungeon walls. I have been in contact with the group, Prisoners Without Representation and the AARB, the American Association of Retired Bloggers. Next I will contact the Deptarment Of Humane Treatment Of Dungeon Prisoners. I hear that the President is trying to negotiate my release. No... no... not Bill! Please send George Clooney or Brad Pitt, just not Clinton!
I need to close for now before I get in more trouble with the Queen. I have been working on my book and Stephen King wants to do a movie about the Dungeon and The Queen.
12 comments:
Interesting but not fun.
Oh you could be in trouble for telling the secrets of the dungeon! LOL
Don't get in a diddy, never a diddy!
Mike, you can say that again!
Akelamula, I am just telling my story only. No secrets will be revealed.
Nessa, Thanks for the ditty, I corrected it. I guess I was thinking of PDiddy? LOL!
Good luck, You should ask Homer to order a file in the pizza next time.
Just stopping by to say hello. Boy you write so well Pam..... Michelle
I loved reading this!
Would a little plastic explosive help?
I heard that Dr. John!
I started laughing the minute I saw the little "nibble mouse" flashing thing at the top of your blog. Too funny.
And then when you said the mice had issues I totally lost it.
"Prisoners Without Representation and the AARB, the American Association of Retired Bloggers."
strikes again...
Glad you like the cheese and crackers but I left it for the mice, not you! And Homer used my credit card to order that pizza. I am none too happy about that.
I'll take Clooney. You can have Pitt.But if King calls let me know. You should have a starring role in this drama.
What an imagination!!
You are too funny.
Explosives??!!! Don't do it, Pam.
Oh, did I mention the ghosts here?
Seriously...GHOSTS?
I'm not scared. Some of my best friends are ghost. tee hee snort!
I am afraid of explosives Dr. John, but thanks for the idea! It would be my luck that I would blow myself up. I am sorta klutzy that way.
Mimi, I have another post or two up my sleeves.
I am so glad that I could make you laugh given that your Dad is sick. I hope he is better soon.
I am off to try this week's writing experiment. Later, Mimi.
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