Dig for victory

I had to lie down after dinner while my bird rubbed my tummy. This story is going to take forever.

So there I was, locked up. These strangers made sure I was compliant by keeping me warm and feeding me regularly. For two weeks I was too tired to fight back.

But they didn’t know who they were dealing with. When you’ve lived on the streets, you learn a few tricks. By week three I had started a tunnel covering my tracks by pretending to be using the toilet. The work was exhausting and progress was slow. I would dig frantically for anything up to 45 seconds and then doze off, sometimes for hours on end. When I woke up I would be confused, forgetting where I was or what I had been doing.

Several times I started to dig again in the wrong place, accidentally filling in the previous work. Other times, I forgot my purpose and went to the toilet in the tunnel. With no ventilation shafts, the tunnel became unusable.

The plan wasn’t working.