When Master Calls

Uzer lurks in his corner of the dusty cellar. barely visible in the darkness. Worn, weakened and sleepy, yet unable to relinquish himself to rest. Only one, dim and pale eye, peers from underneath the long matted hair, of this enslaved user. That eye is peering, unblinking, ...watching for any sign of life, from across the small confines, of his underground prison.

Suddenly, the dank silence is broken by a familiar breathing of life, as master calls and flashes one of its small green eyes, in Uzers direction.

Uzer scuttles from his hiding place, with an almost apish canter; forever compelled to do masters bidding and plugs himself in.....Master Purrs with acceptance of this.

Ohhhh the pain of it , thinks Frendo...and the utter joy of it too, Chimes Uzers, pathetically used, brain.