The Journal of the Leg of Lamb

I was quaking in my boots. Today was Thursday and that hag Mrs. Maloney was going to take one of us out of our home and fry, boil or bake us. Despicable. So far no one made it out alive. Today, I felt special. I thought she was going to choose me. I waited and waited. Nothing.

Suddenly, the sound of screeching tires were heard by my sharp ears. Hey, being a leg of lamb had its advantages. The whole freezer was abuzz with excitement, horror and sheer fear.

Mr.Maloney was back.

The newbies rushed to Old Man Steak and begged for advice. Old Man Steak survived for nearly a year in this hell hole. The newbies listened intently as he said solemnly," The key to survival is to act un-tasty" The newbies nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, we all felt a chill in the air as Mr.Maloney and Mrs.Maloney became deathly quiet.What had happened? Footsteps. The chiller door opened. A huge menacing hand groped around the freezer as we all held our breaths. That was truly the time in my life when i experienced fear.

She grabbed me as I screamed but nothing came out.

"Air..." I gasped as she constricted me, she pushed out the air from my lungs as she wielded me like a maniac. Everything became hazy as I slipped into unconsciousness. Moments later I awakened, only to see myself being brought down upon Mr. Maloney's head! I saw him crumpled onto the floor like a puppet with it's strings cut.

I'm a murderer! What have i done?

Later, men dressed in blue with shiny buttons all over came to question me. I was so scared. Mrs.Maloney was the killer! I was innocent! Please, I have a wife and two children at home!

Then, Mrs.Maloney threw me into this incinerator. The flames, the heat. This is hell i guess.
So, as I scrawl this writing on this napkin, whoever finds this, please post it on your blog, to tell the world of the hideous crime that was a committed today. I leave this journal and this picture to tell you that not all Leg of Lambs are criminals

Goodbye Forever, world.

I love you kids.