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Dear diary,
I'm sure you agree with me: I'm the most charming boy ever. Slave does not really agree right now, she says I'll have to think about how I act. What?!
I was sitting as a King in slaves lap looking at tv. She was eating red grapes. Oh friends. I love grapes. I love sweets you know. I'm a sockerråtta (Harry translates it to sugarrat. Harrylingo).
Like an alligator I snaped a grape from slaves hand and got very hyper and had such a rush to taste it I just took the whole in my mouth. Slave never get really used to my appetite. Guinea pigs are hungry but I'm like... wow. My mouth is bigger than a elephants!
It was a little struggle to eat the grape. Acctually it sounded like I was going to choke but got so upset when slave wanted to help me. I can do this! Dont touch my grape hooman! I yelled and I made it.
When I was done I took a very deep breath, looked satisfied and farted. It smelled so bad slave left the room. Harry yelled something about dont leave him with Kongo-Chernobyl. Now he's scary quiet...
I'm in the cuddle box. Eating peaflakes and looking at the grapes...
Love your charming Kongo