Et is my duty to report abuses at de casa when I, myself, think dat an abuse es happening. I, myself, take dis duty seriously. I, myself, also thinks safety for de other putas is of some importance too. Et is for these facts dat I, myself, must report dat Senora Mommie is forcing us to perform slave labors. Dis is a serious happening dat demands de attention of someone who can influence Senora Mommie so she won’t do dis to me ... ummm ... oh, and for certainly to de other putas also.
At a point last night after she forced de little boy to eat at de table, even though I continue to tell them he needs to be eating in de garage, Senora Mommie spent time moving forward to nowhere on her walking machine. Dis machine makes many beeping and mechanical noises dat are mysterious to me. I, myself, do not understand why dis walking machine is needed in de casa. I have been suspicious of et from de beginning and have done my best work to protect de putas from et’s mysterious mechanizations.
I, myself, did not become concerned until I, myself, saw Senora Mommie affix de torture devices to my beloved puta and place her upon de walking machine. I, myself, was terrified to see dat Senora Mommie was forcing de puta to walk forward to nowhere on de walking machine! My poor, poor beloved puta! Her gloriously long legs were struggling to keep up with de revolving platform and I, myself, could plainly hear her cries of fear and dismay. I, myself, spoke loudly to Senora Mommie, demanding dat she remove my beloved puta from dis device and dat she stop her evil forcing upon my beloved puta to walk forward to nowhere.
I, myself, see no purposes to dis activity. I, myself, was so relieved when Senora Mommie allowed de puta to jump off de walking machine. I, myself, was proud of my beloved puta dat she was able to withstand dis new attempt of torture without becoming dead. Although I, myself, offered to nurse her injuries for her, she, herself, modestly declined my assistance.
Imagine my shockedness to witness Senora Mommie placing de Little Green Vine upon de walking machine, too! De Little Green Vine was playfully barking at Senora Mommie and her evil accomplice, de little boy. De poor Little Green Vine did not realize she was being slave labored into walking forward to nowhere for no purpose. Et was a sad sight for I, myself, to see. De Little Green Vine was walking forward fastly, then would sit down, and then would ride de revolving mat back to de end before jumping up and walking forward again. Et was a dangerous strategy to preserve her strength but et seemed to have successfully worked for her. Ignoring her own wounds, my beloved puta stationed herself at de back of the walking machine to watch over De Little Green Vine in case she fell off. My beloved puta spoke encouragement to De Little Green Vine and stayed by her side until de tortures were complete.
Thankfully, after de tortures of De Little Green Vine were complete, Senora Mommie turned her attention to de little boy and started giving him de growling orders to take himself to de water room and remove his scent. I, myself, lurked beneath de sleeping platform in order to implement my strategy of “Out of Line of Vision – Out of Danger” in order to avoid becoming victim of de walking machine and Senora Mommie’s new torture of slave labors! After many moments, I, myself went back into de big room and chanced a look at my beloved Puta and De Little Green Vine. They were both in deep sleep laying upon de couches. I, myself, checked to see dat de air was blowing from their noses and, when dat was determined, I, myself, positioned myself across de back of de couch to stand guard over them. I, myself, will attempt to defend them from any more of Senora Mommie’s torture!
