I will play as Grandma. She's got a keen eye and a sharp wit, and no prisoner is getting past her!
Grandma's Diary: The Great Escape Attempt
Oh, what a day it's been! That pesky prisoner thought they could outsmart me, but I've been around the block a few times, and I know a thing or two about keeping folks in line.
It all started this morning when I was baking my famous apple pie. I heard a rustle from the basement, and I knew right away what was up. That prisoner was trying to make a break for it! I quickly finished up my pie, set it on the windowsill to cool, and made my way downstairs.
There he was, fiddling with the lock on the basement door. I cleared my throat, and he froze like a deer in headlights. "Now, now, dearie," I said, "you wouldn't want to miss out on my apple pie, would you?" His eyes widened, and I could see the hunger in them. I knew I had him.
I led him back to his room, and we sat down for a nice chat over a slice of pie. I told him stories about the old days, and he seemed to relax. But I kept my eyes sharp, watching his every move. He tried to sneak out once more when I was distracted by the TV, but I caught him just in time.
"You're not going anywhere, young man," I said firmly, pointing my knitting needle at him. "You've got to learn your lesson, and I'm here to make sure you do."
He sighed and sat back down, defeated. I smiled to myself, knowing that my house was secure, and the prisoner wasn't going anywhere on my watch.
Grandma's house, Grandma's rules. And no one breaks them!
