Chewbacca the walking rug: A memoir

Chapter 5 (translation)

So it's been a few months since I have taken up my space in The Millennium Falcon.

I enjoy my daily breakfast of Wookiebars and milk, but if I don't get them I wreck the pilot's cabin.

I can't write so much, with my thickly padded paws and all, but I have written down all I can remember.

So let me leave before I come and eat you up.

Ciao, I've got something on. Something like winning a battle.

And combing my hair.