Blowing the stink out

The prison was dank. The prison was disease filled and the state of the prison no doubt fueled the cabin fever that had been evident for months. The prisoners needed fresh air as much as the prison itself did. 

The morning started as normal-- prisoners up too early and meal demands nearly exceeding the Guard's ability to keep up. Breakfast is triage. Keep the food moving and don't let the prisoners get enough for to allow them to start their terroristic activities but not enough that they are screaming for more food 13 seconds after the cleanup has concluded. It is a battle each morning but more are won than lost. 

Being a weekend, the prisoners needed some physical training and a chance to blow the stink off. What started as times laps around the main floor of the prison turned into an outdoor marathon consisting of timed sprints to the bus stop and back. 

Little did the guard know that at the bus stop, the melting snow revealed the remains of someone's spilled valentines day booty. After the second lap, the prisoners conspired to form a search and rescue mission to retrieve the discarded candy. In a scene strait out of 'Stand By Me", the prisoners gathered needed supplies-- mainly the doll stroller, pushed by #3. Once again the spidey senses of the guard were piqued enough that he decided this trip should be chaperoned rather than watched from his comfortable guard tower. During the trek, which was slowed by #3's short legs and unwillingness to push her stroller through any puddles, the guard overheard the hushed discussions of the rumor of a stash of candy at the stop, that had previously only been seen by #2. Upon arrival, the rumors were confirmed. Thankfully the guard had been there to stop the prisoners from digesting what remained of the candy. At some point some sort of animal had also enjoyed the find, so this booty was not fit for prisoners-- all of whom have dealt with the stomach bug over the past week. Disappointed, the prisoners returned to the prison. 

Fumigation activities ensued and the prison was opened to fresh air. The polar vortex is approaching yet again and will be here by next weekend, coinciding with the Warden's next trip to Florida. Emergency preparations are underway. They consist mainly of plans of lots of this: 

Send your good thoughts and prayers. And hopefully the guard can find something a bit darker than what he is preparing with.