Disciples of The Leader Otis,
Brother Henry here.
This afternoon I was taking a nap on the bench under the front window when I was suddenly jolted awake. I wasn’t awoken by a sound, but rather by an intense feeling of being watched. When I opened my eyes I involuntarily exclaimed, “What the fur!?” because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
One of Thomas’s minions was sitting right next to me on the bench? Even worse, he was looking at me with an unsettling grin on his face. I am pretty sure Thomas’s minions are just inanimate, stuffed animals, so I was puzzled by how this one could have ended up on the bench while I slept. I looked around to see if Thomas was in the room as I figured he must have placed the minion in its current position.
Thomas was nowhere in sight. Still, I refused to believe that the minion had moved on its own, so I figured Thomas had just used his stealth skills and exited the room before I could spot him. Of course, I was unable to go back to sleep once I knew that thing was there staring at me.
I eventually headed off to find a secluded spot beyond the minion’s gaze. I know I didn’t have to do that. I’m positive that thing is inanimate. I just know Thomas put it there. It didn’t move there on its own. No way. I know it didn’t… unless it did. Oh man. It couldn’t have could it? Nah. Definitely not… I think.
So Says Brother Henry