Blast! The humans left me in the backpack all night, preventing me from completing my nightly case report. These humans are so easily distracted by anything tall, loud, or shiny. Rather than sticking to my perfectly devised plan, the humans decided watching the 2010 UEFA Europa football final with a bunch of loud Europeans was a better idea than tracking down Frankie Jr.’s latest whereabouts. When I quietly voiced my concerns about this delaying our work, the girl human completely lost her temper, called me Buzz Killington, and proceeded to shove me in the backpack. Needless to say, this late report contains no news of Frankie’s whereabouts, as all we managed to accomplish in a whole day was traveling to Interlaken and taking scenic, sentimental, and (to me) completely useless photographs. This illogical propensity to waste precious time must be the proverbial “human condition” I hear so much about.
Perturbed and Sore from my night in the bag,
Parrington
(This is where the "serious FBI agent" humans decide to stay to do "serious FBI work"... Seriously.)
Definition of Globalization: A plastic penguin made in Taiwan in Interlaken, Switzerland, dining on a lunch of Mexican cuisine made with (delicious) Swiss dairy products and topped with beets, and drinking a coke, delivered by a German speaking woman whose daughter went to Myrtle Beach last year.
Oh yeah, and a twelfth century church overlooking Switzerland's first Japanese garden.
Parrington for President
12th century Castle Church of Interlaken
The Swiss think rather highly of their cows.
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