DAY 783 of Captivity for the Wolf-Children: in which Bailey and Buster are subjected to arcane and novel forms of Ennui by their Inquisitor

A BRIEF NOTE-- WE'VE RE-LOADED THE VIDEOS IN THIS POST, 'CUZ THEY APPEARED TO HAVE DISAPPEARED INTO THE DREADED-VIDEO-VORTEX-FROM-WHICH-
NO-IMAGE-EMERGES.
WE HOPE THEY'LL BE VIEWABLE.

Sunday dawned as it had since we were forced to live with humans and learn their ways. We awoke drearily and paced our cells.





The Commandant selected Buster to be taken away. We feared the worst. He was placed in the PT Cruiser and driven off.



The Resistance managed to smuggle out some brief video footage of his fate. Warning: these scenes are graphic.

Buster was taken to The Place of Ultimate Horror. The ostensible reason was that his captor had to get some things to improve the morale of Stalag XVIII's inmates...

Buster remained in Solitary for awhile until his tormentor returned.

Ah! Vermin! Buster was ecstatic, his life perversely complete...




No--it wasn't a rodent. For the uninitiated, this particular specimen, which subsequently was to become Buster's dinner, was an American Marten --Martes americana. It's a member of the family Mustelidae, same as the otters and ferrets. Quite good with a wine sauce and a rice pilaf.



Buster was returned to his comrades unscathed. We plotted our escape.

Inspired by the scene in The Great Escape, wherein Steve McQueen spends his time in The Cooler tossing a baseball against the wall, we perfected our ball-tossing skills and contemplated the Breakout.

It was rather at this point that I, Colonel Bailey, had to assert my powers of command. Had things been left to Buster, chaos would have reigned.

But alas, our captors were far more devious than we had anticipated! They produced a Coatimundi, our MOST FAVORITE of creatures. What bliss! Served with a garnish of Italian herbs and a good Pinot Noir, it was worth remaining incarcerated for a little more time...

As the sun set upon the brave captives of Stalag XVIII, there was contentment and the resolution to conserve our waning energy to fight another day.

Your faithful correspondent,

Bailey Blue, DFC, AKC, ASPCA