'A room with a view. Pretty sweet,' I thought. 'Too bad the view is from a jail cell. Oh well, what did I have waiting for me in the wild blue yonder? A bunch of guys armed to the teeth? Or... squirrels. Yes, squirrels. Lots of... squirrels. Oh who am I kidding?' My mind wandered. I didn't realise I had been picking at the rusted bars of the cell. The rust flaked off easily. I rubbed the rust flakes in between my fingers, thinking of all the wondorous escape plans I could have. But they've caught onto my tricks. An old fox, they said as they lead me to my new home. Hm, I've got the mind of a fox. I can outfox anyone! I wanted to hit myself for the horrible pun. But I couldn't do that, I had to focus. Something caught my eye. It moved along the back of the cell. I turned slowly. It was a mouse. Boney little thing, but it would do until they decided to give me something to eat. I lunged for it, slamming into the wall in the process. I scurried after the mouse, who had retreated to another cell. I thrust an arm out in an attempt to grab it, and failed horribly. A guard walked by just as I was coming to about what I had done. He just shook his head. Must've been disgusted by my instincts. Then again, I am an animal...