The great escape

I watched Fred, the very reasonably priced Tortoise, walk (I think a tortoise walks) across the lounge, down the hallway, through the back room and head towards the open kitchen door. It felt a little like watching Nemo trying to get out of the fish tank and failing. I don't know if he wanted to go to the cinema with Freda or play football with the dog next door but as he hadn't finished all of his lettuce he was going nowhere this evening.