Last night I resolved to break out of here. I just can't take it any more.
This morning, after breakfasting as mightily as I could, I took a brief three hour nap to build up my strength. Thus fortified, I examined my options. The loose floorboard at the rear of my cabin seemed the best; I prised it with the slashers and set to.
Soon a pile of dirt mounted up at my paws. What to do with it? I puzzled over it for a moment, but then the obvious answer occurred - I would dig another hole in which to hide it.
Several hidey holes later, I abandoned this idea.
After a regrouping snooze, I had the answer. Secreting the dirt under what the Chief Minion refers to as the fat frill but what is in fact merely a natural part of my stunning physique, I strolled out into the exercise yard and allowed it drop here and there. A few trips in and out, and the dirt was gone.
I'm too tired to dig any more now. Maybe a refreshing kip first?
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