Hey, sis.
Where were you?! When we made our escape from the tanks, I ran under the microwave. Apparently that wasn't enough. Big Face's furry accomplice still found me and told on me. (She still owes me $20, that dog!)
When Big Face dragged me from our rendezvous point by the tail ( How rude! Some simple negotiations would have sufficed.) He relocated me to a different holding chamber.
I've tried everyway possible to get out of this tank. I even tried standing on my tippy toes to get out, but as you can see, it didn't work.
Yesterday, Big Face brought me a visitor. Was she a contact of yours? She was short, green and some sort of amouring on her back. Quiet homely, if you ask me. I asked her to loan my some bail money, but she looked at me as though I was crazy. She even snatched the piece of Reptomin I had been craving day and night that was sitting in front of the tank! Very impolite. Minga, don't ever invite this guest over next time we have some tea.
Anyway, since you have gone I have made much improvement in self fitness. Having attended Weight Watchers, I have cut down the Reptomin and bloodworms. But NOTHING can make me eat lettuce. Pah! The very idea!
Anyway, I hope you'll visit me again soon.
Your sister,
Padd Flattail
