Nimmel sighed as he looked at the giant front door before him, rubbing the back of his head. He knew there was a lot of food in there, and he really wanted some. But his problem proved to be how to get in.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I guess I could use the mail slot... but the door's probably being watch, so I can't slip under it either.</span>Nimmel thought, rubbing his chin. Sighing, he admitted defeat and managed to climb the stairs, walking up to the door.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">the slot's too high up... so, under the door I go.</span>Nimmel decided, managing, with some difficulty, to squeeze under the door and into the house.