Freddy The White Rat

I have to report that our deranged adolescent persecutor has taken Corridus to the park today and intends to send him aloft in the "Helldiver", a radio-controlled stunt plane. The Helldiver's
predecessor came to a sudden and spectacular end last August, when it did a vertical nosedive into the ground at some unbelievable speed and atomized itself, along with the late Hanley the Gerbil, a rodent who has been sorely missed by his grieving friends. Nothing was found but one of his teeth and a bit of scorched hair. I fear for the worst. The Helldiver is one of those planes that has 2 wings instead of one, and it's made to go fast and do fancy maneuvers, but the Kid is a reckless controller. He has lost numerous radio-controlled planes before this one, and his
Mommy Monster always buys him new ones to replace them. Each plane that he has lost has taken a good friend of mine with it! I also had a friend who died a no doubt hideous and slow death at the bottom of a muddy pond in a submarine that malfunctioned and never came back up.

The Kid is a harbinger of Death. I hope that he one day experiences the sheer terror he has inflicted on so many others so heedlessly! Muffy the Poodle will be going along, hoping to devour Corridus's miserable remains in the event of a crash.

The Kid figures that Corridus is "lucky" because he has already survived so many other moments of mechanized madness, such as the diving U-Boat, the Monster Truck, the "Road Rage" course, the Moon Rocket, the Jet Boat, and the Parachute Cannon. The Helldiver is the ultimate risk, and I fear the Kid is reaching a point of mania that can only end in another untimely death.

We must try to do something to help Corridus. I'm thinking, but I am at a loss for what to do. If only I was larger!

- Freddy