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I will play as Grandma. She's got a keen eye and a sharp wit, perfect for keeping that prisoner in check!

Grandma's Diary: The Great Escape Prevention

Day 1:

Oh, what a day it's been! That pesky prisoner thinks he can outsmart me, but he's got another thing coming. I've been around the block a few times, and I know all the tricks in the book. I've set up my knitting needles at the front door; if he tries to sneak out, he'll trip over them for sure. And don't think I've forgotten about the back door—I've placed my favorite rocking chair right in front of it. No one's getting past Grandma's watchful eyes!

Day 2:

I caught the prisoner trying to sneak out through the window today. Can you believe it? I was just about to bake my famous apple pie when I heard a rustling sound. I rushed over, and there he was, halfway out the window! I gave him a good scolding and a piece of my mind. He won't try that again, not with Grandma on guard. I've now hung my laundry across all the windows. Let's see him try to get through that!

Day 3:

The prisoner is getting crafty, but so am I. I've enlisted the help of my trusty cat, Whiskers. That little fur ball loves to nap in the most inconvenient places, and I've trained him to sleep right in the middle of any potential escape routes. The prisoner tried to move Whiskers today, but you know how cats are—Whiskers just stretched out even more and refused to budge. Good boy, Whiskers!

Day 4:

I've started telling the prisoner my long stories about the good old days. It's a surefire way to keep him occupied and less likely to think about escaping. Today, I regaled him with tales of my youth and how I used to outsmart the neighborhood kids at hide-and-seek. He seemed genuinely interested, or maybe he was just too polite to interrupt. Either way, it's working!

Day 5:

I've set up a booby trap in the hallway. My old sewing machine is now strategically placed so that if anyone tries to run down the hall, they'll knock it over and make a racket. Sure enough, the prisoner tried to make a break for it tonight, and the sewing machine did its job. The noise woke me up, and I was there in a flash to give him a stern talking-to. He's not going anywhere on my watch!

Day 6:

The prisoner seems to be getting tired of my vigilance. I've started baking more frequently, and the smell of fresh cookies and pies is keeping him distracted. Who can think about escaping when there's a warm, delicious treat waiting for them? I've also started playing my old records louder. The soothing sounds of classic tunes fill the house, making it a more pleasant place to stay—and harder to sneak out of.

Day 7:

It's been a week, and the prisoner hasn't made a single successful escape attempt. I think he's starting to realize that Grandma's house is the last place he wants to try to break out of. I've got my knitting, my cat, my stories, and my baking—all the tools I need to keep him right where he is. No one escapes from Grandma's house!

Grandma's got this under control. That prisoner isn't going anywhere!