I keep hearing what sounds like
Shaggy's voice, but it's coming from every direction. A few days ago, I was hit in the head by objects from a
shower of Pocky but the hole it slipped down was too small for me to get through, although the glimpse of sunlight was most welcome, and the sustenance was wonderful. Did this tunnel get smaller on me?
Am beginning to despair of EVER finding my kids. And am wondering if I'll ever even get out of here. It's so very dark, and all I've found to eat for days were some stringy goblins. My breath must be foul. And my feathers are a nightmare!