There is a white, powdery substance in my food this morning. I wonder if this is only the first time I have noticed it and if Master has been poisoning my breakfast with this concoction for months. It could explain the now constant ache in my bones that I did not feel last winter. Or perhaps this is the work of Master's small minions, which he and his housemaid call "the children". Those pesky creatures that look like miniature humans but continue to grow in size (rounder in the case of the male minion) through the years. I've yet to find the machine that created these demonic minions but I grow more and more convinced that they are the cause for this suspicious turn of events.
My growling stomach betrays me and I nose around the white powder, careful to eat only the unblemished pieces of meaty delight. I feel a presence behind me and my hair stands on end. I turn my face to see the housemaid watching me with a frustrated expression on her face