The Big %^$&#* Log in My Room

There's a log in my room.

I found it there yesterday when I got back from lunch. I was pretty sure I'd shut the windows. Those scheming squirrels tend to attack my meagre store of homemade food if I don't. (No, they're not sweet furry creatures, they're ugly vicious rodents.) And when I came back, there was a log sticking in through the window. A big %^$&*#* log.

There's some construction work going on outside and you know what those stupid people did? They actually broke my window, put their hands in, unlatched it and stuck a log through it. For their stupid scaffolding.

So now there's a log in my room. It's big and it's alien and in the middle of the night when you're the only person sleeping in your wing, it's really scary. It's like a bridge for dark creatures of the night to enter your room. I spent the whole night trying not to look at it.

Today, I heard people trying to knock a second log into my other window. I opened it for them. And then I bundled up all my stuff and moved downstairs.

Not TWO logs.