Hello. I am Swirl.
There is an animal here.
I poked open the door and there it was on the chair looking at me. Staring at me. Like it lives here.
Where have they been keeping this animal? I don’t understand.
It eats little tiny food. I tried it. Fishy but nice.
And it puts its poop in a sandbox which I started to look into and then got jerked away.
Punchy doesn’t know.
If Punchy knew about this, he’d race up and down the steps a hundred times and then trip and get up and go hide by the hutch. He’s not like me. He can’t handle change.
I’m fine with an animal being here. I’m an animal. Punchy’s an animal.
We’re all animals. Right?