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Statement of; Scraps Craft.
The lost wool canary, April 21st, 2003. 7 months after the closing down of gardenview.
Rodger positions himself on his chair, looking nervously at the recorder.
He coughs, before speaking, voice wavering slightly.
Ahem.. this is my first time reading a ‘formal’ letter sent to me by one of my peers, to review the wrong-doings of one of my associates. Let’s take a look. I skimmed over some paragraphs, but this is my first time reading the full contents of this article out loud.
Statement begins…
The wool canary was a gift given to me, by Delilah Keen in the Summer of 1996, slightly before I had donned my familar dress—and were renamed to the name I am now known as. I didn’t remember much about that day, but Goob and I.. (You know who Goob is, right???) we were allowed out, to interact with the children. And after the day had ended, Delilah gave me the canary, as a gift.
It used to sing a song, a song as sweet as day before the cogs rusted—and the only sound that came out of it was a sorrowful mourn.
But still, it was a lucky charm of mine, obviously not as prized as my crayon box, which I lovedddd!! <3 The canary was orange, its beak was metal and faded, since apparently it was old, very old. Older than when I had received it.
Am I talking too much about the canary? And its colour?.. Let me get into the real story.
It was a few days ago. I was holding my canary back in it’s familiar spot in my pouch. Little did I know, my missing canary would lead me to discover something.. quite odd about one of Gardenview’s residents!! :<
The day was bright, the sun shining into the hall from the skylight that was in the main room, and Sprout was preparing breakfast when I’d stepped into the kitchen. I yawned, and then Yatta came tumbling in. It was around Easter, sooo.. The easter toons had arrived. Yatta did some cat impressions, which I wasn’t very fond of—and my orange wool canary was in my pouch, along with some pens and card. But it was gone, when I bent down to grab a fork that fell on the ground.
I was shocked, but I searched the ground. Nothing, except for some banana peels that Shrimpo left as a mean prank from the last night, and Sprout seemed angry, so I didn’t bother him.
My first thought upon realising it was gone, was that it had fallen. But it didn’t. My second thought was that Yatta took it, but she just stared at me weirdly and scoffed down an entire chocolate bar in one bite when I mentioned an orange wool canary.
It was strange. I turned my pouch inside out and it wasn’t there, and I knew it was! It was there last time.. and the last—
She goes on about this for a few paragraphs… I’m just going to skip to when she finally goes deeper into the story.
Sorry for the pause.
…Yeah. I still thought that Yatta took it then. She was being verryyy suspicious. I avoid her nowadays.
Breakfast then began, and I sat next to Goob and Poppy. I told the two about my missing wool canary, and they knew how much my beloved canary was worth to me. It reminded me of the old times. The laughter and joy of the children.
Poppy frowned, an unfamiliar expression on her face. She said, ‘Why don’t you try looking in yours and Goob’s room?’ I told her I was sure I had it with me. She then put her head in her hands, and slumped over—clearly out of ideas. I then stared at Goob, but he merely shrugged.
I let out a sigh. My friends were useless!! (In this scenario, situation, yeah. No hate.)
We ate our food, and then cleared out. Boxten was put on dishes today.
We returned to the main room, and Poppy suggested we play a board game, or something fun to cheer me up instead of cleaning up or some mundane activity like that.
And so, we did. It was fun.
Lunch arrived, nothing happened. Sprout was especially cold, and sort of.. I don’t want to curse.. but, he was hostile. And a bitch. (I’m sorry!) He scowled at the other toons when serving their food, and dropped Shelly’s plate reallyyyy loudly on the table, to the point where she almost jumped out of her seat.
I don’t really know what was up with him, he just stared at me. Cosmo was the same though, aside from staying a bit away from Sprout. I’m not sure what was going on with the two. Bassie tried to play mediator, but she just.. failed.
Dinner was the same. In the evening, me and Goob cleaned our room. Connie tried to help, and Gigi too. They both failed. You know why.
No sighting of the canary. I gave up at that point, and Goob too. We just fell on our beds and called it a day.
A few days later, I lay awake in my bed. I couldn’t sleep that night, and the easter toons were making quite a racket down the corridor. I could hear Cocoa arguing with what sounded like Tisha about something .. I couldn’t remember for the life of me what is what.
But a rustling noise came from our room. It sounded like.. pans clattering against each other. It was loud, and I definitely couldn’t sleep. If I were there now, I would’ve went to Astro for help. But I don’t think that that was on my mind.. silly me.
I passed the boiler room downstairs. It used to be where the heating would come from.. but ever since the humans left, we didn’t really need heating to survive.
But I heard a clamour, a loud bashing noise that sounded like something was above me. I was downstairs , of course! And it could’ve been someone upstairs, but I knew it wasn’t. I trusted my instincts.
And I looked up, and there she was—Yatta! Hanging upside down, with a shit-eating grin on her face.
I yelped, and my ears pinned down.
Safe to say, I never found my canary. And I still don’t know to this day what she was doing hanging upside down at that time of night.
Statement ends. Rodger sighs, and leans back in his chair. A creaking noise is heard.
Not really what I was expecting. I did hear from Tisha that Yatta did like to do that, but Tisha just hears everything.
The tape ends.