From the desk of Alice - Day 152

Hello Friends.

It is day 152 in the Papoose Outside Womb (POW) camp. The giants continue to try to wear me down in order to learn my secrets. Lately they have started to put me into The Chair and we all spend time at The Dinner Table. This is usually where I am forced to watch them eat delicious food. The only distraction that I have is to read a book made out of fabric. I believe that they don't want to provide me a paper book in case I try to create smoke signals to beckon for rescue.

They often permit me exercise time on The Play Mat with other prisoners like the stuffed bunny, the vibrating purple elephant, or the dragon we all refer to as "Walter". Sometimes I think that they try to get me to talk by literally turning up the heat. It won't work though, my will is too strong.

At least daily the giants will show me the other POW baby located at this "house". We are only permitted to see each other through a portal that the giants refer to as a mirror. I have to say that I am quite struck by how gorgeous this other baby is - striking blue eyes, peninsula-like hair line, and more chins than fingers I can fit into my mouth. I often wonder "how did you get here", "what is your name", and "how are you always dressed just like me". I contemplate escape, but it would break my heart to leave the other baby behind.

The giants so far have not discovered my co-conspirators, henceforth known by their code name of The Toes. We often discuss our plans, but only in whispers, and only when they are within close range of my mouth. So far they have not been able to hammer out an escape plan, but I have faith that their efforts will eventually bear fruit, or perhaps jam.

I need to sign off now, the giants are starting to grow suspicious.

Your humble servant,
Alice

From the desk of Alice

My dear friends,

Being back in the Great White North has taken some adjustment but I believe that I've been doing well. The giants have kept me comfortable by the fire and amused by an abundance of toys. However the fuzzy giant has been complaining of a "cold", but I feel that he is just shirking his duties by forcing the other staff to take up his slack. In his next evaluation form I will be quite blunt about my disappointment. Due to this "cold", we've isolated ourselves from visitors which meant that I participated in a video conference call today. I believe that my contributions were well received based on how insightful they were.

This afternoon the giants decided to place me into a "pack and play" containment room. I have not yet figured out what phrase will drop the force fields, but I have tried all the common ones from "bird whistles", "babbling brook", and "wet raspberry". More investigation is needed and I will consult my research giraffe.

On several occasions the giants placed me in a harness where I could dangle and bounce for the staff's amusement. They call it a "Jolly Jumper". I quite enjoy it and I even forget sometimes that the giants are there. At a certain point my training from cirque du soleil takes over and I am a fluid expression of art and the balance of water and light. I then expressed my fluids, which creates an impressive display under the pressure of the harness. On a related note I've contemplated dabbling in dying of textiles.

I must end our correspondence now as I've shuffled onto my research giraffe and I can no longer ignore her squeaks of protest.

Lovingly yours,
Alice