Again, I've beaten the adults to be the first one awake. As quietly as I can I dress myself in near darkness. Most of these clothes I wore yesterday, but they still smell clean so I guess that makes it okay, right? Crash tells me to hurry. He is standing by the door wriggling tentacles and spindly arms and tapping his little cloven feet in nervous excitement. He isn't patient. It's something we'll have to work on. My boots slide on with a muffled "thump!" My hair is a mess but there's no time to take care of it and the noise would wake the mating pair. Moving silently is a skill I like to think I've made great progress in and I prove it as I slip out of my bedroom, down the hallway and into the kitchen. There's a cinnamon roll on the counter left over from yesterday. I snag my prize and begin eating before I'm even out the front door. Slowly now. The front door is heavy. I watch it carefully and make sure it closes softly. The tiniest of clicking sounds. I've done it again. So as not to risk being seen I make my way for the trees, planning to cut through the edge of the wooded area on my way into town. The sun is rising.