Pray for Sonny
I don’t know what to do. Fillmore has killed my parakeet. At first I thought Sonny was just hanging around the house somewhere. He could usually be found sitting on a curtain rod or something whenever he got out. Sonny knew how to open his cage; he was a very intelligent bird. Then I noticed a mess of bloody green feathers scattered on the antique couch. His little head was lying in the middle of the living room floor. His beak was opened wide as though still crying out for help. I will never forget the look of terror in his tiny round eye. Oh gods please…this has to be a nightmare. I can’t believe that horrible little beast actually ate Sonny. I tried to find Fillmore for a long time, intent on killing him. He knew I'd be after him; so I'm sure he won't be leaving his hiding place any time soon. I’m going to get drunk now. I have never been drunk before but I have to do something.
My ears are still ringing; no doubt their transmitter implant is the cause.
I think I saw my body double today in the back seat of a passing car. He ducked out of sight when I noticed him. They have really been keeping tabs on me lately. They must be aware of my mission.
My ears are still ringing; no doubt their transmitter implant is the cause.
I think I saw my body double today in the back seat of a passing car. He ducked out of sight when I noticed him. They have really been keeping tabs on me lately. They must be aware of my mission.