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Oscar Chronicles - Locked Up

Hola... Sigh - I'm writing to you today from jail, prison, lock up, the slammer, the clink...ok so you may know it by any of these names. For me, I call it...THE CAGE. It's where you get sent when you do ba- err stuff the people would rather you not to do...and get caught (smile). The severity of the infraction or the recurrence of such infractions determines your sentence length. Hmm, guess that's how it works for people, too eh? Except for one key diferencia... I don't get a lawyer or a trial. Nope. No jury of my peers. Guilty and... THE CAGE.

Mi Mug Shot

So what was the charge this time? Well, mi gente already know how much I like to eat. My food, your food, people food, whatever. As long as it's food and I like it, I want to eat it. Side-note: There's nothing better than people food 😛 So, mi persona gave me something he called a candy cane. Have you had this? Aye Dios Mio!It was sooooooo good! First, he let me sample it. He told me not to bite it but a small piece somehow broke off in my mouth. I tell you, my little teeth hadn't been that busy in along time and my mouth was soooooo happy, too! Then there was another sweet treat on a stick.  He called this a lollipop. Mi persona tasted it but made a face like it was not tasty at all. He wrapped back up and left it...within my line of sight👀 Now granted, he did not say "Oscar, you can have this" but he didn't say I couldn't either. And clearly, he did not want it. So, I helped myself...ANNNNNDDDDD got caught crunching on the sugary, tasty, forbidden goodness. Next thing I know, the judge ruled, swung the gavel and sent me to...THE CAGE.


It's not all bad though. I get out for -ahem - to use the facilities but back to THE CAGE right after. I've got access to a television (until someone turns it off) and my CAGE is pretty comfy, as you can see from the photo. My buddy Astro got sent to THE CAGE, too. He's bigger than tiny me and has escaped before so his CAGE is, well...



So what did I learn, from my rehab stay in THE CAGE? Don't eat candy on sticks? Nope! Take it into THE CAGE and eat it there!! Already in lock up might as well enjoy it. Plus, there's a better chance of not getting caught.If I do get caught, chances are they won't come in to get it! 

How long until I'm released? Not sure but my people love me so I'm sure I will be out soon. Until then, do you have any cornbread? You going to eat it or give to me? (I think that's how the line goes 😂)

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