I had been planning our escape for many months. Everything had to be right for my plan to succeed. Our life on the wallpaper was a bad one. We had no freedom and could do nothing for fear that the humans might discover us. We thought this the way of life until one day we saw a white bird fly by our third floor window. It looked so happy and free while we were stuck to wallpaper. From then on, I was elected to formulate a plan of escaping.
It was mid-March, and the window was left open frequently. I knew this was an advantage on our part. I decided that we had to make our get away before su…
