Thirty days, PLUS ONE, may be the trip down the hall no one is ready for... so I'm going to be ready to leave much earlier than that!

But the duck crapped all over the kitchen floor. So my plan was foiled.

I decided I must take Harvey, my duck friend, with me as well.

Harvey seemed to like that. He started quacking happily.

My room remains locked at night. Should I steal a key, or try a window escape?

But then I remembered that Harvey at all of the key in the house, and nailed all the windows down. He also managed to brick up all the doors.

Harvey does his work when I'm asleep...

Harvey was a little bastard, I wanted to kill him and then eat him.

So, I did.

I decided to make a rope of my sheets and blankets to climb down three floors; but how would I bring my dog?