Digging is hard work, especially since you are using a child's plastic spade more suited to making sandcastles on Bournemouth beach than escaping from maximum security cells. After six inches of granite flagstones, four feet of concrete and twenty-four feet of limestone you are ready to give up, the spade having developed a small crack in one of its corners, but Donald urges you to go on. A couple of minutes later you break through the limestone into a substance far more suited to the tool you are using - sand! You attend to your task with renewed vigour. Strangely, the hole soon begins to get bigger of its own accord. The shifting sands drag you and Donald into the hole as the ground collapses in on itself. After a mere twenty-seven years work (and having missed your release date by five) you have finally escaped from the maximum security wing! Click here.