I woke up in my crib again. Just like yesterday it felt huge. 'They must've regressed me again. At least they were right in that I can still think like my old self.' I sat up and felt another squish, this time it was cold and gross. That vulnerable feeling Bonnie talked about yesterday, it was nothing compared to this. I remember letting out a faint wailing noise; I couldn't talk right anymore so I would have to rely on gestures and simple words to be able to say anything. The door opened and Foxy walked in this time. He had replaced his hook with an extra paw.
"G'mornin Lassie," I forgot he was programmed with an Irish Pirate accent. "Looks like the wee one is wet as a leak; tha' can only mean one thing." He then gently lifted me up and carried me to a small metal tub. "Bath time!" 'Wait! Don't give me a bath, you'll see my... oh wait... I'm a baby now, I don't even have a chest to see anymore.'
I was then set on