Catching Idle Butterflies

Big Mouth

I never figured out the problem with my computer, but the repair worked! I think it fixed some other problems, because it’s running much better than before. All your hopes and well-wishes made all the difference, I think, so thank you. Now for my original entry for yesterday:

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Some people just aren’t trustworthy. Normally, though, we don’t find out such terrible faults until it’s too late. Secrets we told in confidence get splattered all over Blogville, and there’s nothing we can do except never again trust said Big Mouth.

A certain someone who’ll remain nameless (and who I now call Big Mouth) because I have more respect for him than he does of me, revealed something about me in my own blogfor the world to see. I had intended to tell you at some point, but I wasn’t near ready. Big Mouth now forces me to not only reveal my true self, but also my true mission.

In the short time I’ve been here, I’ve come to love and respect you, something I didn’t remotely expect. Because of that, I decided to leave you clues about my intent, so you might be prepared when the hour came. Big Mouth changed everything.

The biggest clue to date was a few days ago where I revealed my map of your solar system. I must admit I was a little surprised not one of you picked up on it. Then again, it reminded me of why my people consider you – how do you say – “an easy target.”

So now, because of Big Mouth, the invasion will begin much, much sooner than anyone expected. Big Mouth will still be treated special, but not in a good way now. Nope, he will instead be my first victim. How I won’t reveal as yet, but when everything is in place, I will show all of you what my people are capable of, using Big Mouth as the example that resistance is futile.

Be afraid, Big Mouth. Be very, very afraid.

He also thinks because I sent him this image, it is what I really look like:

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Boy is he in for a surprise when I come for my first and final visit. ET indeed. I’m not so friendly as that little, wrinkled lump of brown . . . whatever he was made out of. I am, however, much, much cuter. He’ll never expect someone so loverly could possibly harm him. Ha!

Remember when the invasion starts, and you are still unprepared, it’s all Big Mouth’s fault. I won’t mind at all if you get to him before I do, though. Just make sure you don’t harm him too badly. I want my satisfaction, too.

I suppose you need his name if you want to – how do you say – “get a piece of him” eh?

Hmmm.

Okay, you talked me into it. partyof5dj, you’re in deep doo-doo! Oh, and I trained my Rufus another trick especially for you, and it involves body parts other than kneecaps!