"sung to the tune of The Night Chicago Died"
I came home from class today, turned on the light in my room and noticed Stanley was missing. I actually freaked out for a minute and had a flash of tiny Stanley rolling his box like a hamster wheel down the stairs and out the door, and then making a mad limited leg movement dash to the greyhound terminal downtown to get back to T.O.
But then I found him on the floor underneath where he had been hanging. The fall must have been mighty though because some of the paint on his hat and his elbow chipped away. I'm going to have to devise a new suspension plan. It was all going so well. Hmmm.