Sunday, February 22, 2004

Dear Diary,

This is the first time I've been away from home. It's been 2 months since I've been penguin-napped and none of my fellow citizens have come to my rescue. I miss my home. My very existence. My only reason why I didn't migrate to set up a blackcurrant juice business. I've never felt so alone and abandoned. I feel so deprived. Deprived of my rights to rule. Deprived of sliding off the ice bergs into the water beak-first. No more bedtime stories and no more watching of "Attack of the Killer Penguins" over and over again. I don't want to think that my citizens have forgotten all about me. Perhaps they feel that I'm worth the sacrifice. There's nothing more to look forward to. Except for the cook who comes in every morning to send me my breakfast. I have to admit. She may be a whale but she is not like any other whale that I imagined. She treats me differently from other prisoners. I get the best food among all. She would even cook a special dish for me. She would sit in my cell for hours talking about her son. Apparently, he's in the North Pole. Taking a degree in Law Studies. She seems keen on introducing me to him. It's starting to scare me a little. I hope all those good food don't lead to anything too serious. The last thing I need right now is to be match-made with someone who's not even the same species as I am!
posted by Anonymous at 2/22/2004 11:47:00 PM