I don't know what's going on but I keep throwing up and now I don't want to eat or drink anything. Papa almost drowned me by pouring chicken broth down my throat, but I threw that up and so he left me alone.
Mama seems happy if I drink water, but I wish it was just water. She keeps shoving pills down my throat, too. At least she gives me lots of hugs and kisses afterwards.
I've been really weak and don't have energy to do anything, and she's totally taking advantage of me. She ripped all these knots out of my beard and feet and she stuck all kinds of gadgets in my ears "to get the bugs."
I don't buy it. I think maybe she made me sick so she could play with me like I'm some kind of stuffed animal.