Official Notice: Premature Hibernation Suspension
Recently, the sound of claws on Jack's chalkboard, along with some whispering and loud snickering awoke me from deep, energy-conserving slumber. A few months ago, I had found a real cozy spot underneath Jack's bed to initiate "Operation Schlafenheimer." I forgot about time. I forgot about how mad I was at Locke for jamming Jack's nerf gun with sand. I forgot about Grace's doll Sally's incessant whining about "Samantha's" bad attitude. I was out. But, not anymore. Nope, instead, I found a piece of paper taped on my nose. It was an official-looking notification allegedly from the assistant to the assistant of the vice-chairman of the chairman of the Bureau of Hibernation Enforcement over at the Health and Ursidae Services Department prematurely suspending my winter hibernation. What the heck? Since when does the federal government regulate my hibernation? This has to be a sick joke. I crumpled the piece of paper and chucked i...