Missing in Action: Day 1

Day 1,626, 21:38 Published in United Kingdom United Kingdom by Doucher Lazarus

The guard is due back any second so time is short. I'm writing this from a concentration camp on the outskirts of Paris. Sufficed to say that my petition for the French Country President to take more showers did not go to plan. Now I sit on the cold hard slabs of my cell with scant hope of rescue.

News has reached even here of the great gains made by the soldiers back home. This is giving the POW's here great cheer.

I have made an unlikely ally of Jeff the Horse, who I met before my imprisonment. Horses I see now are the natural enemies of the French as the French really do eat horses so he tells me. Jeff the Horse has already managed to send a message to me saying that rescue plans are already afoot to break this camp open and release us; he's already assembled a crack team of 30 horses. I don't know though, I'm not sure how successful they are going to be though as they don't have opposable thumbs (or hands for that matter) in order to open the doors?

I'm sending this message by my usual method when imprisone😛 a combination of mouse catapult, kestrel and Derrick the Farmer.

-Doucher1-