No Interloper Will Ever Enter This Cube

My new front door has never been used and never will be. When the soldiers came to our old houses to take us here that night, we were specifically told that our future would forever change. The few that resisted the soldiers' assistance on that miraculous night were probably destroyed, or just left behind to rot, yet I have no way to know because I was made deaf and bagged for safe transport here.

It was all explained to me in full detail, in a wonderfully worded essay, that came inside my ‘Welcome to The Safety Zone’ introductory packet. There were also some unforgettable cookies in that envelope, which I’ll never forget, because they were the first things that I had eaten in days. It proved to me right then and there that I would obey, and commit to memory, all two thousand twenty-eight Safety Zone Rules & Regulations listed on pages 3 thru 29.

Being newly deaf has taught me some valuable leasons. I am very grateful for the loss and fully understand why the soldiers had taken my hearing. Reading about all of those horrible and tortuous ways that Interlopers who still had ‘the hearing’ were savagely beaten and killed made it quite clear.

Rule 625.7 has always fascinated me. That is the rule about opening my front door. Rule 625.7 forbids me to do as such, which is funny to me, as I am deaf and wouldn’t even hear if an Interloper came knocking on my door. Plus, who would come here knocking? Had they evaded the devilish hell mammals and fire moths on their way to my inner cube? I think not! On this point, I am most certain: My cube is for me and me alone. All Interlopers will kill me. Kingship MacMaster made that quite clear on the final page of the packet.

Anyway, the food here is really good. It shows up three times a day in my platter-box nesting upon the center of my cube. There is no need for anything more than that. The rest of my time is reserved for MacMaster’s Worship Poems, my favorite poem of all time being his rather cheeky “Bow Before Me, It’s Terrific Exercise”.

---- Now, before I continue reading my daily poems, I must confess to you at this time, that I may not have fully satisfied today’s bedtime challenge question. I do hope High Bishop Mnezz will forgive me, but I know that this is your test, and my reply will be quite simple and concise:

OF COURSE, YOUR HONORABLE HIGH BISHOP MNEZZ:

I will never, ever, ever, open my front door to any Interloper. Promise!