Parole

(Jas is on the loose at Granny's. Uh-oh! 10 months going on 10 years.)

'Here again in this big room. Where's the other little fellow who was here last Sunday? He seemed to have the same ideas as me. Throwing stuff, touching the TV screen, planting icky-sticky fingers on all the windows, playing bottle skittles in the kitchen and trying to get through those bars. Together, we almost broke through, but I'm too little on my own.'

'Blast it (sorry Granny!)'

'But what's this? Joy oh joy, Dad's opening the bars and letting me through! Ye-ha! Parole!