I had returned home after a week long trip out of town, just that night. I hadn’t slept this well since… Well since I can remember. I was feeling good and looked forward to catching up with what’s been going on in my fair town of Meowland.
After yesterday’s encounter with Mr Pelican post delivery man and his message from who can only be classified as The Trap Setting Son of a Bitch, there was no doubt in my mind that I needed to act. I am convinced that this bastard has made their life in Meowland and is living amongst us.
I stood dead still looking at my reflection, disgusted with myself. I was looking in the window because I don’t have a mirror, so a large cross took up a lot of my image. My god, what was wrong with me yesterday. I was actually feeling rather decent today. None of that giveadamnlessness was left. I began to chuckle to myself. It was a pretty bad getup I had on and my hair was hilarious. I headed in to town to get myself sorted out.
I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to see the light. It felt as if the bright, skin burning sun would obliterate me today. My mood had fallen below the usual ‘meh’ and had dipped into a deep blue funk. On a scale of 1 to 10, the needle was sitting on extreme poop-like, which was odd, considering the scale was numerical. I just wanted to lie on the floor with the lights off, listening to nothing but the static noise on the TV I had sold weeks ago.
As I lay in my bed falling asleep I felt the worries of the day dispersing from my mind. Things like Blathers complaining about the museum, the Trap Setting Son of a Bitch and that idiot Dizzy were further away then they had ever been. Relaxation flowed over my particularly sexy body. I felt little tingles running up my arm. Tiny signals that my nerve endings were sending to me to relax me even more. I looked down at my arm. Holy crap! There was a spider on me!
Ahh, August. The month of my birth. I plan on having a big birthday bash this year with everyone in town joining in. That is everyone except for Dizzy. I hate that guy. It’s still a few weeks away but I should start planting seeds in everyone’s mind, at least that way I might get some gifts that I actually want. As for now… Let’s go shopping!
Today is a day of action. Today is a day of discovery. Today I shall go in search of the trap setting son of a bitch. I got out of bed all decisive like, ready to do some investigating and grilling of the townsfolk. Then I looked in the mirror… Oh god, I hate this haircut. Maybe I’ll go to the hairdressers first to get this fixed.
It was early morning and I was wide awake. I had been for some time. It was still dark out but I didn’t really want to go out there. I knew that if I did, then the residents would want to talk to me and I just didn’t have the patients for some of their stupidity right now. I mulled around my house and finally gave in.
Hello. Some time has passed. A week in fact. You could say I’ve done a lot since we last spoke but you could also say I did very little. As you know. My name is Jiggly and I am the mayor of Meowland. If you recall, last week I went on an adventure. Someone named Cerviche visited me and I went and visited him. I didn’t know if it was real though. I was having a bad time and was quite lonely so was it just a creation in my mind? I didn’t know.