Now I can officially say I have made it into the Outside.

I have to say,

I'm pretty proud of myself.

Meeeeeeeeoooooowl! Victory shout!

Mee-ooo-oo-owwwww!

Yeow!

flutter flutter-flit flitter goes the chorus of birds that chase my shouts.

At first, I think of only my pride.

And I forget all about what survival means.

Soon, I believe that every soul in the Outside has heard my boastful call.

Maybe I should just-

RUN!