28 shades of grey # 2

OK, here's the thing.  I know it's rude to eat with your mouth open.  But I had to show you, I simply had to.

I am reduced to trying to get sustenance out of a manky bit of hide because I am being starved to death.  Slowly but surely, that's what happening.  I am no longer the little black dog that I was.  I am fading away to a shadow.  My tummy thinks that my throat has been cut.

Woe is me!

And the 28 shades of grey thing is happening because my Uncle Skeena has set a challenge for the whole of February where everything has to be mono.  And seeing that I am half mono already, it should be easy.