There’s a world where I can go and tell my secrets to
In my crate, in my crate
In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears
In my crate, in my crate

Do my dreaming and my scheming
Lie awake and pray
Do my crying and my sighing
Laugh at yesterday

Now its dark and I’m alone
But I won’t be afraid
In my crate, in my crate

– Zorak at 7:37 pm, 07 Oct 08

Can I come out now? I promise not to eat any more padding.

– Pete at 9:08 pm, 07 Oct 08

Honest, Dad, that fuzz on my chin is left over from last week. Really.
I haven’t even scratched the surface of our new striped pillows.

– bonita at 3:32 am, 08 Oct 08