I awoke a few hours later. My leg didn’t hurt as much as it had before. So I came up with a plan to escape from the attic. I would creep down the back stairs and hide behind the cellar door. When the iceman came at dawn, I would slip out while he was filling the refrigerator with ice. Then I would hide all during the day, and start on my escape when it was night. I didn’t know where I would go, But I knew I never wanted to go back to my master. I was quite pleased with my plan, until I had another thought: What would my life be without my dear puppy?