Waiting for Bathos to arrive, if indeed she is coming at all, has been near agony. I have not been fed a morsel. I am cold and dejected and alone, but for that poor excuse for a gnome. Although he has yet to speak, I have seen him roll his eyes back to gaze at me. I assume he is admiring the hue of my lovely plumage, but with gnomes one can never be sure.
And so today my mind is racked with unanswered questions:
Has Bathos discovered my location? Will Miss Kitty attempt to attack me again? Will Mr. Kenn remember my tea? Will I ever reunite with my beloved Nancy? And what about Naomi?
I must believe that the answers to these and other questions will emerge in due course.
Loyally yours, I still remain,
Ramon the Flamingo
MEANWHILE, BACK AT BATHOS' HOUSE, THINGS ARE HEATING UP:
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Oh no Ramon.......
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