Narrative Essay About Escape

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When will they be here, when will they be here! That is what I was thinking right before my escape. I had everything perfectly planned out. The beginning of my escape went well. The first part of my grand plan was to make them think that I was just going to sit there and be good for them. So, I sat on my chair content, just waiting. When I heard the big metal scrap pull up outside I slowly started walking to the door. One of the humans always left the door wide open. Then in came the little short one. This was my chance. I bolted to the door. The opening was right there, I could see the light! Then she slammed it closed. She missed my nose by a hair’s length.

With my pride damaged I slowly walked back to my chair. As I was walking I heard the door open again. I forgot all about trying to sneak in and ran as fat as I could to the door. This time it was the boy human. I knew that I could get past him. He moved his leg to try and stop me but at that point nothing could stop me. I dodged around his leg and successfully made it out the door. I was relieved the first part of my plan had worked. Suddenly, I hear all the humans desperately trying to call me back into the house. Do they think I’m …show more content…

The man was riding it ringing that terrible bell. As he was getting closer I realized that I was going to have to run. I took one last glance at the horses and bolted. He kept chasing me no matter how fast I ran. I went farther, and farther, and even farther. There was no end to this road! Soon I came to a place that looked like my house. The gate was wide open! I had just made a circle! The man was coming even faster after me! So, I decided that I should end my adventure here. I ran back into the gate, back into the house, back through the door, and up onto my chair. As the man came back in I was just laughing in my head thinking about my great adventure. I had gotten to see the world, and now I was back home safe in my

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