I immediately felt sick. I wished I hadn't

I immediately felt sick. I wished I hadn't eaten the green banana from the toilet. I lost consciousness just as the folding story rehab staff burst in with handcuffs.

Next thing I woke in solitary.It was dark & lonely & boring. Did I mention dark? I'm losing my mind. "Hey there's a slit under the door.Someone passed a folded sheet with writing

on it: "Next thing I woke in solitary. It was dark & lonely & boring. Did I mention dark?" I folded the sheet longways & continued: "A rat scurried across my toes. Prison smells

musky and dank. Every day I stare at the window, longing for freedom and fresh air." I folded the sheet again so that only my line was visible and passed it to the left.

I (the one on the left) took the tattered slip of paper and read the mysterious message. It had to be a riddle. It was then that I noticed someone peering over my shoulder. It was

Pierre Peary wiped his sweaty brow. "You can always talk about it with me, cheri, you know," he said. I snorted, knocked his pith helmet onto the mud floor and stamped on it

"You'd like that wouldn't you!" I shouted. "I'll never talk to you." Pierre Peary bent to recoup the muddy helmet, now beyond pith, having sustained a hole the shape of my foot.

The helmet had grown porcupine like spikes and emitted an odour that made me feel like laughing out loud. But when I did, the helmet bonked me and Pierre Peary so hard that we

castigated our way out of a tight spot without a blemish to our name. We threw the years at then and enough stuck to bring us all to our senses. "So much for believing in me."