To whomever is reading this, I have been cooped up for days... the sounds of children clamour through the solitary hours and the cycle of the days heat is starting to cause me problems in the stuffing department. I have been determined to find out more about this place; my host still believes me to be an innocent puppet, incapable of the speed and quick-thinking that I have found necessary to avoid detection.
In seeking to venture beyond the 'cabin', seemingly a house for fugitives from hygiene, I chose my moment carefully. Timing by the shadow on my shelf I have been able to deduce that for a period in excess of one hour, each afternoon, the cabin's occupants are abed, quiet and unaware of my passage to the door.
Once outside it was clear that I was not in New York... A sheltered dip between two hills or mountains with a nearby road. A smattering of warm-weather buildings, the largest, white and riddled with fragile fire-exits... and the name 'Camp Lee Mar'. Knowing the name of my location is only a small consolation, I still feel very much alone. Are there others of my kind out there? Will I survive to recount my adventures? I need to find out more before these questions (and many others) can be answered.
Each structure here serves a distinct purpose... to house, to feed, and even one for recreation. As before, all is quiet at this time and I can move about freely...
Betrayed by the word 'camp', the presence of sports facilities seems inevitable. I regret that my fear of water repelled me from the swimming pool, but I explored elsewhere to discover many other facilities. If I have need of exercise I will call on them, since arriving it seems that the very air makes me put on weight.
A ripple in the silent pool! It seems that I am in fact not alone during this period and there are, dotted round like the spots on a dalmatian, those who guard the children. 'Twas a grave mistake to be noticed by the first such stalwart sentry, or would have been had I not been cute; commandeered as a mascot and left to my own devices, I quickly slipped away again.
Somewhat afeared from my capture I sought a secluded space to recover my nerves. From my vantage point it was clear that more exploration was required and I braved the roaming eyes and pressed on.
Aha! In a freak coincidence I stumbled upon my host and unknowing captor. Sharing his hair colour, it would be prudent to obtain a hat of equal or better sun-ownage.
Even now I disbelieve myself, that I had to gall to ride along with said host for a day out of 'camp'... Acute ears revealed the destination - Philadelphia - and after the echos of a riotous party I crept out of my hiding place to survey my surroundings...
With all members of the party thoroughly inebriated I was able to join in the festivities... I did not make my regular 50th for fear of collapsing the pile and being found out.
Location: Camp Lee Mar, more information should be forthcoming as I venture further afield... Wish me luck.
Until then, I must return to my place of inconspicuousness.
