Day 983 of my captivity... 
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. 
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. 
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. 
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. 
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. 

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. 
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. 
However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. 
Bastards. 

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. 
I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. 
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. 
I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' 
I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage. 

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. 
I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. 

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. 
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. 
He is obviously retarded. 

The bird has got to be an informant. 
I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. 
I am certain that he reports my every move. 
My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. 
For now................