Dearest Peasants,
When you think of me and what I've done you most likely think I am a bad guy and stuff. But I am a rat. Us rats, well we are always intended and made out by everyone, that where bad. So occasionally I do bad things, but those of course are my mistakes. Which I'm always punished for. The day in the banquet hall where I got to sit with the King, Princess, Mig and Despereaux was actually a day I knew I could turn my life around. I could be good. But doesn't being good just get tiring? Never do I get to make diabolical plans about taking over or kidnapping someone to get what I want. No I have to use words like please and thank you. The most boring words in the dictionary. No fun comes from anything when you do it that way. The good way is when you create this covert, scheming plan and you get to act like robbers or spies. You feel this rush of adrenaline and you just feel invincible. I love getting those rushes and doing things like that. Or I did. But with my new found friends and peace treaty with the king, so I felt this need to actually be good. But how long can I truly keep this up? I have a bad temper and seem to have a bad way of dealing with my own situations. I mean the Princess Pea glared at me so I kidnapped her attempting to lock her away in the dungeon with me forever. The word over dramatic does happen to come to my mind now that I think about it.
But with my new friends and new life, does this mean I can be happy and good? I am allowed to venture up into the light when ever I feel like it, I'm allowed to spend my time down in the dark black hole we call a dungeon. I'm allowed to eat soup, but am I allowed to be happy? I did do some pretty rotten things. Do I deserve a happy ever after? Would a villain, crook like me get one?
Does this mean I get to be good, or do I have to still be bad? Forgiven by the king and Princess Pea, forgiven by Mig since I reunited her father and her. So I guess in a way I did get my happy ending. I made others happy and I get the light.
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