MOVE OVER STEVE MCQUEEN

He must have stayed up all night bouncing that ball against the side of his crate, plotting the Great Escape. Quinn McQueen saw his opportunity with the new plaid collar; he just had to make sure the timing was right. That came with this morning’s walk, usually a short jaunt down to the grassy knoll outside the prison walls. With Quinn’s long hair, the warden had secured the new collar a little too loose. The female guard and I were having our own walk some distance away. The time was ripe. With a strong bolt and a calculated bend of the head, the plaid collar slipped off and the escape artist was on the run once again. I heard the warden yelling and spied the action. I tried a full body block as he rushed toward me, but he jumped over me like the motorcycle movie stunt and sped off through the campground. The chase through the park was on, with me dragging behind the frantic female guard. We were all running out of breath when finally, the warden and the guard thought they had him cornered, but Quinn knew all the moves, dodging and darting around the outside of a small camper. Just when it looked like he might make it to the perimeter, he fell into the trap of the barking dog inside and bolted through the door, held open by its helpful owner. Citizen’s arrest! Quinn McQueen was brought back by the warden and put into the hole to contemplate his next escape. I passed him his ball so he could think about it.