Busted out of the big house.

It didn't take as long as I thought.  I had been planning this escape for nine months.  My timing was impeccable.  Everything was perfect.  It took just under an hour, crawling, tunneling, squishing my way out.  It was smells, slimy, and in the end there might have been some water but I saw the light.  Life is different on the outside.  Strange noises I once heard from the big house, now have faces and paws to associate with.  The days are long, and not having the food control device that the slammer had, has me eating every three hours or so.  Those long sleepless nights are gone,  I sleep more than ever before now in a bed twenty times the size of my bed in the slammer.  Also, it is hot! Really really hot here!  I don't go outside much here, the sun is far to strong for my fragile skin.  It wasn't always that way, but nine months in the big house will do that to a person.  It has been kinda tough finding work as an escapee.  The only job I have been able to find is working as a milker.  I am always kept behind a blanket, and told that I would be fired if I look at what I was milking, but hey it is a job.  Anyway back to work.  I will chat you up when I get a chance.



Love,

Chicklette
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I am Here!