My life in the forepeak, where I reside, is getting difficult. We bounce around so much. The old grey mare is at a full gallop jumping over hedges. I have found refuge in Kennan's pile of clean underwear. He will never find me there, the little piglet. The Kids Have abandoned the forepeak, guess I scared ‘em good. At night when I'm not studying for my SAT, I'm scavenging the slop-bucket that they always leave full in the sink. When capt'n Fraingck sleeps his watch on deck, I check the navigation and do my E-mail. I Have to be careful with Margo, she is a light sleeper and comes to the navstation at anytime of the night to do her "writing". I have the feeling she hates rats.
Dammit here she comes!
-Scurvy Rat-
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