Well, I'll be glad to tell my story. The day had finally come for me to start enjoying the great cusines of the world. It's my 6 months from birthday day. Mom asked me what I wanted, a special treat for this joyous occasion. I said cheesecake or red velvet cake, maybe some pasta. I don't know why the dictator even asked me, my choice, made for me, peas, her favorite vegatable. So, I figured I'd eat them (it's better than I've been getting), but I wasn't go to give in quietly. Then, after my meal, I'm thrown in here, disorderly conduct or some sort of trumped up charge.