And there goes Rosie. Maybe I can finally get out of here! Let’s go…. ROLL !

Oh, how rude of me. I am Martha Mango. Soon to be Mrs. Martha Mango if my finance doesn’t get chopped up into a nice little fanciness on a cake. Maybe he will get the pit to come along after a while. I watch Rosie roll straight past the dog, and Gladys rolls after being spit up.

I roll past him with ease, apparently I smell too pretty for the dog. I wonder where Otto went? Ah, well, I knew him. And… erm… that’s it. I just knew him.

My name is Ms. Martha Mango, and I have escaped.