I took the day to survey this island on which I am trapped. Things do not look good. We are surrounded nearly on all sides by a deep moat of water, farther then I could ever hope to jump. I do not fear the water, it is where I wash the food they bring me, but to be in it is far from an appealing notion.
The only other option seems to be a narrow strip of land connecting to a locked door. It opens only when the keeper brings us our food. The path is so thin though I do not know if I could make it past him. He is more crafty then I gave him credit for, devising such an entrance. His entrance is always signaled by my compatriots ringing the large bell near the pathway. My only hope seems to be the keeper not fully closing the door, and becoming confused in the mass pavlovian run to our dinner. A long shot to be sure, so perhaps the water is my only escape.
Unless… if I can fan the flames of freedom burning in the hearts of my compatriots, perhaps then they can assist me in my escape through the door. But what is on the other side. I know not what awaits me, but I no longer have fear.
