Never Going Home con’t

They put me in a room off the kitchen. It was kind of a catch all room they used for storage. Boxes piled high in the corner and a behemoth upright freezer with a lock on it's door. They set up a cot for me right next to the freezer. In the dark it looked like a huge ogre just waiting to attack me. And the waving tree branches outside the windows cast shadows that looked like giant arms adding to the illusion.

I asked to go home after the first night but they ignored my pleas. I couldn’t understand why I had to sleep in this storage room next to a snarling ogre when they had perfectly good bedrooms upstairs!

I finally worked out a plan that would get me home. It was brilliant. 

I had overheard them tell my father how much money they saved by buying wholesale and storing it in the freezer.

So…….the next night, after they tucked me in, I snuck out of bed and began to explore. It took me a little while to master the lock but I finally got it. It was really rather interesting. A side of beef all neatly cut and wrapped in white butcher paper stacked neatly on the shelves. And ice cream! Gallons and gallons piled high! My idea was to leave the door open so it would all thaw and be ruined.

They would certainly send me home after that!

But I was busted! 

As I stood in front of the glowing white landscape, admiring the symmetry of the stacks, one of them came in. They seemed concerned that I had eaten something. 
I hadn’t eaten anything and that’s what I told them but they were convinced I was lying. 

The next morning they put all my things back into the station wagon and brought me home.

To this day I don’t know what they told my parents, or who took care of me when I got home. All I knew was I got what I wanted! I was home! Sleeping in my own bed, in my own room!

VICTORY!