The Rail is Rere!

Sometimes I get to go get the mail. I make the boss think I like getting the mail but actually, I am just scoping out my next get-away.

I made it away yesterday again. I didn't get to be out long before they caught me and dragged me back but it was a few seconds of blissful freedom.

I don't know why they get all up in a tizzy everytime I go for a run. Don't they know I was planning to come back?