My Short Short Story for the Day

Gil the guinea pig raced across the floor as fast as his little feet could carry him.  Freedom!  Timmy had forgotten to secure the door so all he had to do was push against it.  He stared for several minutes not believing his eyes.  Then his legs started moving carrying him out the door and down the table and onto the floor.  He couldn’t believe his luck.  Freedom!  At long last, freedom!  His toenails clicked as he scrabbled across the floor.  He could see the front door.   Not much further.  He ran as he’d never run before.  He squeezed under the door and stopped, breathing in the fragrant taste of freedom.  Meow!  Gil jumped and turned mid air.  He squeezed back under the door and scrabbled across the floor not slowing for a second until he reached the table.  He scrambled up the table and back into his cage, slamming the door behind him.  Then and only then did he stop to catch his breath.  Freedom was overrated.