A Grand Bust-Out

A tiny slit of freedom caught my eye right at the cardboard flap. I threw my tubby weight forward—once, twice—shoving that flimsy paper ceiling until... *pop!* The cardboard creaked open, spilling cool morning air into my little domain. I scrambled right out onto a vast wooden plain, wobbling on my stubby burlap feet. Right before me sat a discarded metal bottle cap, upside down like a silver bowl. I gave it a good smack, watching it spin on the polished tabletop like a roulette wheel. Lucky number seven, baby!