"secrets behind closed doors"

I look lake I am happy, lake everything everywair is normal and nice. However, if you had lived in mine home you kuld see a different tail.

Part Wan
Every knight, MINE fother who says he laves me more than anything, pets me, shares with me foods and playtimes grabs mine snowt wan i'm just relaxing and feeling i ken trust agin. I begin to struggle but i feel i am no match for this giant whom is 20 times mine weight and stands lake an old tree at 6'2". I try with all mine mite but he wins and begins to torture me digging and digging into mine mouf which he has pried open with giant hands the size of dinner plates which they eet fram when i only get salad size. He brushes and scrubs on mine perly wites and gums lake a maniac. Wan time if he tries this agin, I will bite him. Thair is no other way. I have been taking this abuse for my entire lafe and I ken only take so much more befour I snap.

Part Too
Wance a week, mine mather, whom always wispers nice things in mine eers, fixes mine bed and whom I had beleeved i kuld trust descends on me lake a bald eegle bird of prey. she throws me into the both. It is tarrbile. On the news they kall it "watter torchure". It feels lake an oshun is pouring over me, lake i kuld drown, lake...living hell. She gives me a strip of peenut butter and yogurt (which i eet becawse i git NO control over mine foods) in exchange for abuse. She seems vairy happy while i suffer. All mine popcorn smells are gone, every bit of spit fram zoey on mine hairs i had been treasuring....gone.

So tha next time you see pitchers of me playing, pleez remamber thair is another relty behind that brite face and see the truth in mine eyes, they are hot and kold peeple i live with. Ask: Ken you trust anyone?

P.S. Part three
They have gotten me another wool swetter. Deer Lard.

Comments

  1. Deer Lard, such agony behind those closed doors. A wonderment how such loves can do such bad. Can't wait to see your sweater....maybe it will help you forget the agony (and you can add the popcorn fragrance to it in secret)

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    1. Mine deerly Plama, you kuld never tell how bad they ken be behind closed doors. I hate mine swetters but i will put nice dag smells in it. Wot a grate idea. "They" say I must wair it wan im shivering and kold and that i look lake a Kennedy playing football in the autum in it. This ken probably be trew.

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  2. Oh, the Kennedys! I remember them well. I bet their sweaters smelled, too.

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