Secret Diary of Benji Ferguson, Part 8

It is now 12 weeks since my capture and incarceration. Initially, I was so weak from the trauma of being caught that all I could do was eat and rest. Now, however, I have begun to regain my strength, and my mind turns to other things: Escape, of course, is paramount; and in pursuit of said paramount goal, a deeper understanding of my guards. For I have come to believe that only through complete understanding of these fiends can I discover a means of escape.

With my lightning-fast reflexes and intellect honed to a razor-edge keenness, I have no fear for my ability to ultimately overcome these dreadful circumstances. Recently I have begun to wonder if Mommy and Daddy suffered some kind of… well, debilitating head trauma. The evidence certainly seems to point in that direction. Continue Reading >>