Maryša, where did you buy the mash?

There it is. The fight has just started – fight for my dear life. My own mother decided to poison me.

It all started quite innocently. I was placed into my seat as usually at lunch time and was looking forward to the upcoming rice mash with banana flavor. I got used to sweet banana taste very fast, although at the beginning I pretended I was not very keen about it. That is just because I was expected to act like that.

So I was in my seat and not expecting anything wrong I opened my mouth. And just after that the hard fight started. In a second I could feel something very strange in my mouth. It was orange and did not taste like my favorite mash at all. There were some very strange pieces on my tongue. Before I could do anything there was new portion of this disgusting stuff. Than I realized mom planned it all already yesterday. She gave me before lunch about three spoons of some orange liquid with some trace rests of milk flavor. I was not very keen about it but I still sort of ate it to make her happy.

Before mom managed to stick the second spoon of the orange stuff into my mouth I started to choke the first one out. The next moment the orange mash was everywhere. I guess mom didn’t need to clean the floor yesterday so carefully.

Than she tried to mix little bit of this orange thing in my rice mash. It completely damaged the taste of the mash and it could not cover the orange stuff. Grrr… slowly and carefully I poke it all from my mouth with my tongue and spitted it all around me. Ája, who kept watching under my chair hoping for something GOOD to eat jumped and run away with orange hair on her back. Mom tried to squeeze from the stuff she called “good carrot, just take a bite” at least some juice and mix it again into my mash. Well, she couldn’t bluff me. She could not make me to eat it - not even when she promised that if I ate the carrot, I would be healthy and would not have to wear 4 eyes as my daddy does.

The end of the match was sad. I ate just the bites containing my mash – and I was very careful doing so. Mom tried to sneak in my mouth sometimes little carrot but I always found out and kept spitting it back. The result was quite good- dirty dog, I got my clothes changed and I think mom is going to change her t-shirt too. She maybe also has some carrot in her hair. I don’t, but that is only because I don’t have any hair.

Mom was knocked down completely. I have beaten her and the carrot one to nil. Now I am just terrified what will come tomorrow.