Who Is Mistral Dawn?

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Wednesday, August 4, 2021

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 1347


Hey Everyone! 😊

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 Thirteen-Hundred-Forty-Seven:
Once again, my carefully crafted plans were foiled by hominid obstinacy! In my ongoing campaign to induce my hominid-servant to open the door to my domicile during the hours I wish to engage in my studies outside, I devised a plan to use the canid to my advantage.

My strategy was simple but elegant: I provoked the canid into a frenzy of movement and loud vocalizations focused around the door by means of projecting the sound of movement to make it seem as if it was coming from the other side of the door. I knew that my hominid-servant's hearing would not be acute enough to discern the noise; however, I hoped the canid’s reaction would cause my hominid-servant to investigate by opening the door. And thereby provide me with my opportunity to escape.

But hominids being the insufferable creatures that they are, of course my hominid-servant did not respond to this stimulus in a reasonable manner. No. Instead, she became irritated and herded the canid into a box she uses to contain the poor beast when her behavior becomes more exuberant than my hominid-servant would prefer. The box is cushioned and spacious, but it is still disrespectful to incarcerate a being. No matter how comfortable the confinement.

I have reason to know because, somehow, my hominid-servant realized I was the instigator of the canid’s sudden upset, and she treated me in the same manner. I was unceremoniously scooped up and deposited in my own punishment box. And there I was forced to languish until the canid calmed and quieted and my hominid-servant eventually relented. 

I am now in the process of meditating to restore my psychological equilibrium. As I continue to recover from this study in indignity, I will reconsider my options. Hopefully, I will soon be able to formulate a new plan of attack. 



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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