FFL: The Special Treat

From: Agent Pica

To: Mr. Whiskers at HQ

Date: 2 September 2012

Subject: The Special Treat

They offered me a special treat today. I don’t know what it was, but it was some kind of dairy product. I know I tasted milk or something like it. It wasn’t milk though it was creamy and sweet. I liked it. I don’t think they gave it to Agent Trouble, she didn’t mention it to me if they did. I know she doesn’t approve of me, but I am glad I got that treat and she didn’t. It’s good to get treats now and then. I hope they give me more of that stuff. It was delicious.

Agent Trouble seems to spend her days sleeping. I’m not sure what is going on with her, perhaps she is ill. I’ve been itching a lot, but she doesn’t. I guess the tiny bugs don’t bother her as much as they do me. The humans have put stuff on the back of my neck where I can’t reach it to clean it off. They did the same to Agent Trouble. She says it is a drug. They were drugging us. I think she is wrong. Either they shove drugs down our throats or they poke them through tiny holes at the interrogation place.

Perhaps the creamy sweet stuff is another type of drug, but I can’t believe that something that tastes so good could be bad for me. I still hope that they give me more of that stuff. It’s quite good, you know. I had two servings.

From: Agent Trouble To: Mr. Whiskers at HQ

Date: 2 September 2012

Subject: The Special Treat

Agent Pica is a blockhead. She takes whatever they give her and counts her blessings. Perhaps that’s a good way to live, but I doubt it. They offered that stuff to me as well. I’m sure it is some kind of experimental drug intended to control us. I might be imprisoned here, but I will not allow them to experiment on me. That stuff is likely a drug and Agent Pica might well be compromised as an agent. She may even be under some kind of drug control. I would appreciate a new partner, or someone to help in the observations that I must do, since I can no longer trust Agent Pica to assist me. Who knows what that drug has done to her mind.

The female human prevented me from receiving Roving Agent Blackie’s report. He approached this prison, but she was outside on the rock path where they keep the boxes on wheels that they disappear in from time to time. She was supposed to have already disappeared to “work.” Have we ever found out what “work” is, or where it is located?

Anyway, her presence forced Roving Agent Blackie to flee and I didn’t get his report. He did come back later, after the darkness came, but he was unable to report because of the hostile forces in the area. We must come up with a better system for Roving Agents to report, the human female is unpredictable now. Please advise on what I should do and send a replacement for Agent Pica as soon as possible.

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