It's the deep end of the summer season here in our tribal compound. We have experienced all sorts of confusing rituals that the parent types call "baby proofing". What it primarily involves is making things harder for me and my shipmate Vaughn to do. We can't figure it out for the life of us, but it seems to occupy our parents to no end. I have recently begun a complex new routine which involves mimicking tribal elder moves, such as standing upright and stepping forward incrementally. This is very difficult to perform. And the parent types have the nerve to put barricades in my way!?! Perhaps it is yet another tribal initiation. Vaughn has been doing a series of cryptic hand gestures that generates a buzz of delight from the elders, who shout "Yay" whenever he performs the action. Apparently it simulates applause for the people of this time period.
At any rate, we are strong, and we believe we have assimilated into the pack. The end of next month will mark our anniversary of living with the tribe. We are excited, as it seems there is some sort of celebration that takes place. I hear that the illumination devices we know as candles are placed atop baked goods. It sounds radical.
We are holding out and trying our very best to overcome the challenges set before us. Our will is resolute, confidence is high.
"This makes absolutely no sense. What the heck? Is this some sort of crazy force field? That shouldn't exist yet!"
