Spot's Diary

by The Omniscient Bookseller

The time of the strike from Spot's point of view. I wrote this two or three sentances at a time and at very infrequent intervals, so forgive me if the writing style changes occasionaly. *I FINISHED I FINISHED I FINISHED OH MY GOD IT'S DONE!!!!!!*

8. Day 8

Disney's. Period. End of story.

Note: If it was really that confusing, I'm sorry. The last chapter Spot was mad at Jack for being a scab. Make sense now? Oh, and this one might not be too clear, either. It will make sense next chapter.

Note the second: I only have to write days 9 and 10, which I have planned out. I wrote 11 a while ago. And then this will be done! *throws confetti*

There's something I should be doing, I know it. It's just at the edge of my mind. I try to ask them what it is, but my voice won't work. Every time I try to mover, to speak, everything starts to tilt and spin and then I don't remember anymore. There are people always telling me things, but I can't hear them right. They look familiar sometimes, but sometimes I don't know them at all. Then I can hear a voice, someone telling me that everything is okay, that Jack is on our side again. That was it! They can't trust him! He's a traitor, he isn't on our side really. I try to tell them, and I manage a few words, but they won't listen. Why won't they listen to me? I'm Spot Conlon. They have to listen, they have to.

And then, everything starts to blur together again, and I can't remember anymore.