Polly here… I’m writing to you from
solitary confinement the bedroom. While I’ve been advised to remain silent so as not to incriminate myself, I have to tell someone who might believe me: I did NOT kill Yeti! I was FRAMED!
I don’t have much time, so let me makes this quick…. Yeti. is. not. dead. He faked his own death and tried to frame me for his “murder.” Now you may be asking yourself “how in the world could Polly possibly prove this?” I’ll tell you how: I have a photo of Yeti as he left the house! Look!
Okay, so I know the photo isn’t great… but can you blame me?! No one ever showed me how to use Foster Mama’s camera! But do you see?! Yeti is clearly leaving the house – ALIVE! Now, I can’t explain how he found that other Yeti and decapitated it to look like he died. Or why he framed me by leaving when Turk was in the crate so I would be the only suspect!
Foster Mama says I’m innocent until proven guilty, but I kinda feel like I’m guilty until proven guilty. Rufus keeps giving me death glares.
Foster Mama keeps saying soothing things to him like “Yeti’s in a better place now” and “we’ll find you a new Yeti” but then Rufus gets all harrumph-y and goes into his mourning cavern. Life is rough. I’m watching Shawshank Redemption on repeat hoping I can learn some stuff before I get sent to the slammer. Or else I have to prove that Yeti is still alive… and QUICK! Do you believe me? What should I do????
PS – I have started a twitter hashtag (yes, I’m a dog but I know what a hashtag is – I’m not an ANIMAL!) for Yeti sightings – #yetilives. If you see him, tweet me at @ourwaldobungie. Together we can prove my innocence! Oh, and if that doesn’t work, use the hashtag #freepolly to convince the warden to commute my sentence to time served.