August 28, 2017-“QUICKLY!” I screamed at Simba as he scrambled to get out of the window and onto the sheet. Amelia lurched forward and made a grab for his back leg but thankfully missed.
“Faster!” Simba cried, and I thought that he was going to climb right over me. Staring at the back end of him was less than pleasant, and he had the horrible habit of farting when he was afraid. I did not want to be downwind from him at any time much less right now. I stopped cold; All of the sudden it was as if we were moving in reverse.
“What’s happening?” I shouted to him.
“She’s pulling the sheets back up to the window!”
I looked down and realized that we were now almost 10 feet off the ground and rising. We had no choice but to jump. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
“WE HAVE TO JUMP!” I yelled, “NOW!”
I prayed that Simba would blindly follow my instructions and that we would land safely. As we barreled to the ground a hundred thoughts went through my mind; Would we escape? Would the fall break our legs? How am I going to get out of these pink pyjamas?
THUD. I hit the ground feet first and was grateful that the ground was soft. I expected another THUD, seconds after I had landed, that would let me know that Simba had landed safely, but it never happened.
I looked up to the window, and there was Amelia. She was holding Simba at the same time that she slammed the window shut. He had once again been captured, and it was up to me to save him.