This is the first chapter of Betmilionali's story. Yes, she can be a little paranoid at times, but she's Betmilionali.

(Chapter Three)

(Betmilionali)

If it were up to me, this book never would have been written. But Toby is making me write this. She says it will help me. Whatever.

My name is Betmilionali - Patricia - Hogenota. Toby calls me either Betty or Hogface. Ket calls me either Hruthan or Betty. I am a female Andalite. I live with the free Hork – Bajir on the planet Earth. I can tell no more. If I did tell more, the Yeerks would definitely find out.

They undoubtedly would. Their leader, HIM (I am unable even to write HIS name), interrogated me, trying to find out something that I knew nothing about. And because of that, I shudder at the recollection. It wasn't mostly questions. It was mostly torture. But that story is another chapter (if I even get to the next chapter).

My earliest memory is me, on Earth, galloping, wild and free, in horse morph. It was awesome. My chocolate mane and tail blew in the wind I was creating. I was happy.

A few years later, something happened that would change me. I was in horse morph, and two humans walked up to me. One of the came closer to my head and held out a red, shiny apple (yes, horses can see red). The horse brain wanted to eat it, so I ate it. It was delicious.

But while I was eating, the other human snuck up behind me and put what felt like a bunch of rope on my head. So I kicked it hard (the human, not the ropes). Then I ran. I ran until I was exhausted. Then I tore the thing off my head before I demorphed to make it so I wouldn't have to dispose of the thing. I had learned not to trust the humans until they proved to me other wise.

Another time, I almost got caught morphing. I was in a forest, and was about to demorph from dog, when I smelled humans. I was so glad that I had smelled them before I demorphed. Otherwise, they might have alerted the Yeerks (accidentally, of course) that there were Andalites on this planet. That would be very, very, very, VERY, VERY bad. The humans passed by me. They were young males (I had studied the humans long enough to know if one's a male or female). One saw me and said, "Look George! It's a stray dog! Let's throw rocks at it!" Now they are going to throw stuff at me! I did the sensible thing – I ran. They chased me, throwing rocks. The rocks hurt! I tried to dodge the rocks. After a really sharp turn, I lost them, finally. I smelled around for more humans. After getting no scent of them, I finally demorphed.

A few months later, after I had just morphed to cat and had just walked out of the trees I used to conceal myself, I saw a human watching me.

Did he see me morph? If so, is he going to tell other humans that he saw a species from another planet? I thought. He walked towards me. I prepared to run. The human picked me up. They must have longer reaches than what I thought or it never would have been able to pick me up. I would have run first. I fought as hard as I could while hanging by the scruff of my neck. I found out that humans had five sensitive fingers (or at least this one did). But it still didn't drop me. I was put in a small metal cage. Since Andalites are claustrophobic, I, of course, freaked. The cat took over almost completely. I let it.

I was put in a transport. It had things for humans to sit on called seats. I was set down on a seat. The human sat down near the front. The transport started to move.

So there's the start of Betty's story. Tell me what you think.

~ukrainianelfhorse