He did not know how long he had slept when Phil slowly opened his enlargened eyes. The first thing he noticed was that he was lying on something very soft and comfortable, and that he was on his back staring at the living room ceiling...and the roof of a crib? Phil now looked around a bit and saw that he was well wrapped under blankets, inside a tiny baby crib. "Damn", he thought, "she isn't messing around! Next thing you know she's gonna buckle me into a stroller..." While he was asleep, Mary had put a crib here and put him in it. So much was certain. Next to his pillow, he saw various small stuffed animals. But what was bothering him the most, was a rough crinkling near his legs, as if he was lying on paper. He experimentally slid his blunt hooves under the blanket and lifted it, revealing that he was wearing a white cotton diaper completely with plastic straps. Mary didn't seem to be around at the moment, she was probably out somewhere catching more people...this might just be his chance to escape, if he would manage to get this frail body far enough. He crawled out from under the blankets, got onto his four hooves and decided his next course of action.