Sold Into Slavery
13 March 1996 - SOLD INTO SLAVERY
My new master, Mr N Till, has set me to work on his estate.
He's a good man in many ways - this morning, for instance, he gave all his wounded slaves a big hug.
But at lunch, he gets drunk, then creeps around the fields with a unicorn mask on and whispers swear words at us. When he came up behind me I thought he was a street entertainer and knocked his legs away with a big stick of sugar cane. But he just lay there laughing!
15 March 1996 - SOLD INTO SLAVERY
Last night, I led a slave revolt against the tyranny of Mr N Till.
We gathered outside his bedroom window making hooting sounds to lure him out onto his balcony. When he did so, I threw a burning bike tyre at him.
We rushed into his house and began looting valuables. We were in a bit of a rush, but as I gathered up all the jewellery, I still found time to give one of the youngsters a necklace.