Day 203: A Bug Did Land At Night

I've done it. I've gnawed through those devilishly trapping, wrapping straps. How dare they confine me to the raping pleasure of a forehead band! I will seek to cast the curse, but firstly I must get out; If it could be the very last thing I ever had done. Gosh, my letterbox will be in the overflow. I can see it with my eyes, sitting there, coughing and spluttering; letters jammed deep within it's orifice of doom. Such a gloomy day today. Last night the sky did cry so heavily and then that darn evil, yellow popping minion of heavenly eye blinding morning, did swing itself around and remove my cover. The shiny, fineness of it; Oh, it sickens me. I must make it right or the tulip sand will never bite!

To Make It Late For Polka-Dot Snorps.