You let them throw in the slammer not because of your lack
of intelligence but because of your lack of stupidity. You already
have a plan in store. You get together a few of your cells mates
and work out a warning system for when the guards are coming so
that they don't see you digging. After fourteen years you finally
reach the outside of the fence . . . or so you think. You pop up
out of the ground to realize you are in the warden's office so you
start dancing. He turns around to see you and says, "Alright. Live
entertainment." After the dancing he lets you go stan free. You
are now a free dog. What to do next?
