Got the bone…

2 months. 

 

You know when you throw a dog to a bone… you know… it’s meant to be pretty quick that you get the bone back, dog survival withstanding and everything… ?

Yup?

Anyway… in a slight variant to the theme, when Matron got me back she decided to play with me.  We went into room 47D because of it’s vast expanse and she hurled me off into the distance to find the bone.

2 months.

 

It was meant to be fun.

 

I nibbled many bone-like objects that invariably turned our to be disappointing or palin facinating.

But they weren’t bones. 

 

Day 47.

Got the bone.

 

Woot!

 

Now to find my way out…

 

… you are meant to throw the dog, right?