James quickly realized he had to get over this immense feeling of anger and with much diligence, he hopped down from the crib, making sure to land flat on his feet. I can’t allow myself to feel stupider by allowing my mess to spread around, he thought with disgust as he waddled, by no choice of his own but for the diaper and sleeper, towards the nursery door. He cracked it open, barely being able to reach the doorknob. I hate being short, he raged to himself, but maybe, he thought, it could help him in his escape.
In an unfamiliar house, and the fear of Ellen coming around the corner at any moment, he tiptoed downstairs into the first door he found, greeted by a large set of stairs. Into the darkness he waddled, step by step just knowing there had to be a back way out of the basement.