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
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