Today, dear reader, I am three years old. I feel wiser, stronger, and more mature. I have learned much of the world and seen many incredible things. There are still more wonders to come. Oh, those innocent days when I looked like a misshapen guinea pig and life was simple–when all I knew was the warmth of my littermates as we slept together and the strict love of our mother. I am happy in this life. Man and Woman are a good family to me, and I have many companions as well as my quest, of course.