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Agent Thoth discusses more of the trials and tribulations associated with living with hominids. Incidentally, if you've missed Agent Thoth's earlier entries, you can find them here: Thoth's Journal
Department for the Preservation and Confirmation of Intelligent Life (DPCIL)
Agent Thoth's Personal Log
Day Eight-Hundred-Eighty-Three:
My hominid-servant added a chemical to the liquid H2O she put in the tray surrounding her dead tree, and I have to admit it is now a semi-effective barrier. Not only can we no longer consider the tray a source of potable H2O, but the stench of the chemical makes even the prospect of approaching the tree daunting.I still believe it would be possible to launch oneself across the abyss from one of the horizontal platforms that are scattered around the room and into the branches of the tree. But the thought of possibly missing one's goal and landing in the vile trench is more than enough to give one pause. For their part, the juvenile felid and the canid seem to agree with me, as they refuse to go anywhere near the foul-smelling tray.
I'm not certain if my hominid-servant's intention in deploying this noxious substance was to ward off attempts to investigate her tree, or if it has some preservative element that will retard the decomposition of the tree. Since the hominid sense of smell is not nearly as evolved as that of more civilized species, it's entirely within the realm of possibility that she does not realize how much the compound she released reeks. But, regardless of her aim, I believe she may have found an effective way of protecting her tree baubles.
Drat! Foiled again! ;-) You may have noticed that Agent Thoth has a new look. I hope you like his new picture as much as I do, but I'd love to hear your thoughts, either way. Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments. ;-) Happy reading, everyone!
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