Novel Horrors Day Twenty-Six

The parade didn't work as a distraction, and, in even worse news, the human was allowed a extra large slice of chocolate cake, made with Coca-Cola when she went out for Thanksgiving dinner tonight. Believe me, I will be reporting this restaurant promptly for supplying her with so much caffeine. She will probably be wide awake, typing on that horrible novel all night at this rate. She's almost through with chapter 3, and she claims to have chapter 4 plotted out in her head already. Maybe the sales tomorrow will distract her. It is our neighbors' only hope of ending this horrible encouragement of rabbits.