I sat on the cliff amongst the bushes by the big waterfall. My steward was
washing again. I have tried to teach her to lick herself clean, but still she
does not get the concept. I swear she is like a child. She gets out from the
waterfall and the water trickles until until there is almost none left coming
down. I wait for her to come out, then patiently lick her trying to drive the
concept through. I jump to the ledge by the small waterfall and murmur, I want
to give her a kiss for trying so hard even though she is a little slow
sometimes. 

My steward spots the scrungee beast and flushes it out. It is a brilliant
blue, my favorite. It twinkles in the light. One whack of my paw and it goes
flying. I love the chase! Rushing down the center trail I run after it
smacking it as it runs. It finally takes cover under caves of the padded
hills. I will have to get my steward flush it out of hiding, but perhaps
later.

I go to look for my morning breakfast, but she is late. I don't know how I
stand her sometimes, though I suppose she has her positive points. I speak to
her about the importance of timeliness as she hurriedly prepares my meal. That
is when I notice something amiss. She is keeping something from me, I sense
it. She prepares a second meal on the sly. I hide from her and spy as she
takes the center trail to one of the mountain passes that has been blocked by
felled trees. She glides between the seemingly untraversable blockage. And
then I hear her giggling, laughing, and talking. My anger is piqued!

As she wiggles back out I see the trail, nearly invisible and quickly filling
with scrub from the collapse, I dart by her as I see my chance. I find myself
in a wonderful lovely valley, gently cliffs line the sides and a cave with a
ledge above appears at the end. There is another here! I see the sweet damsel,
she is lovely to behold. Delicate features grace her face and form. I am
dazzled. She shyly watches my barrelling approach. then the monster grabs me,
tossing me out of the valley, beyond the collapse of trees. I roar mightily in
discouragement. I hear my damsel's plaintive plea echo back. I must save her,
I will save her!

My steward has been sneaking in past the beast to bring dear morsels to the
sweet princess and whisper encouraging words to her heart. Yet my fears are
not allayed, she may still be playing to the beast. The dull witted creature
my be helping the beast not knowing any better.

I have taken stock, I await my opportunity. Sweet damsel, stay strong, I will
save you!