This is me with my fancy new 'mobile'. That's the weird red thing in the corner. Mommy&Daddy hung it in my cell yesterday. It makes weird sounds and tracks my movements. It must be some sort of early warning system to keep me from escaping. They've even got a 'baby monitor' eavesdropping on my conversations with myself. What's next, guards at the door?
In this picture you see me staring at the box it came in. It's such a beautiful box, I wish I could play with it. Instead I'm trapped in my cell being guarded by a mobile. It's enough to make me scream.
Planning my escape
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