I had been planning our escape for many months. Everything had to be right for my plan to succeed. Our life on the wallpaper was a bad one. We had no freedom and could do nothing for fear that the humans might discover us. We thought this the way of life until one day we saw a white bird fly by our third floor window. It looked so happy and free while we were stuck …showed first 75 words of 571 total…

…showed last 75 words of 571 total…exodus of the birds. He looked at me and in one motion, ripped my wings. I felt no physical pain, but the thought of never escaping again struck a blow to me. I later was taped onto the wallpaper, in perfect view of the window. Everyday one or two white birds flew by. I was helpless. I had constructed the perfect plan and helped everyone escape. But in the end, I was still on wallpaper.