Wicked

That’s Auggie, commonly known as lord Potato, who has been living in our house rent-free for four years now. To our surprise, this creature and I share the same birthday. We celebrated yesterday, and of course, all the attention was on him—he’s not called lord Potato for nothing.
If there is any word that describes wicked? I think this creature resembles it in every way. I'll tell you why.

This morning, before I can take a sip of my coffee, lord Potato drags me by the arm to head outside and makes me watch him drop little bombs on the ground. Then he stares at me, as if trying to hypnotize me into scooping them up, washing his butt, and cleaning his feet, which I did against my will. Wicked.

But before I could take another sip of coffee, he began shouting demands, reminding me to feed him before I feed myself. Wicked.

I finished my coffee, sat down, and read. When I caught myself genuinely enjoying my book, I got an ominous feeling—something was about to interfere, something that would stop me from having a good time. You see, he's the sort of creature who is always snooping around, looking to see if anyone is enjoying themselves, and then trying to ruin it. Not long after this realization, I saw something big—his large head, which kind of popped out of nowhere. And oh-oh, I know that look—cute, but stupid. It means playtime. Before I could brace myself for impact, he successfully launched himself at me. How would you feel if someone threw a sack of rice at you? That’s what it feels like. Wicked.

Come evening, I decided to call it a day. I prepared my bed, and just as I was about to lie down, I saw something move by my doorway. I turned and looked in its direction, and there he was looking meek and all, but as we all know, looks can be deceiving, much like how evil can disguise itself in goodness. Then he gave me a look that said, 'Lay down, peasant. Tonight, you are my bed. Extremely wicked!

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photo taken by me as requested by the lord potato...