Blast that Bud! Can nothing be sacred from his fat bulging eyes? Can I not secretly chew on myself, or desecrate a newly vacuumed carpet, without his dull-witted eyes watching my every move?
I am constantly being watched, by Bud, Kay and Jay. Why, I ask, why am I so interesting? Can't Bud be on the look out for his next meal? Can't Kay continue her quest for chili domination? And shouldn't Jay be sabotaging her next pot - with maybe some flavorings of his own?
Kay only made the most delicious pot of chili because of me. My constant viligance of additional seasonings and hard sweat let her receive all the accolades and verbal praise due to me!!! Me!!!
I must go, for I feel their eyes on me. Looking over my shoulder as I type these words. Beware, public, of the watching eyes, eyes that never rest, eyes that are always on you - watching your every move...for if you take a wrong step, that may be the last thing they watch with their prying eyes...
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