You slowly waddle over to the door, about up the hight of the letter slit. You're able to use your long beak this time to push down on the handle and do so.
With some effort you manage to get the door open and when it begins to open you step back and open it with your flipper
"I'm getting the hang of this" you think.
You need to get some help on the street somehow. You'd rather be in a zoo than stay in your house and be discovered by someone after a month. You are also hungry.
In the coridoor you can use the elevator or the stairs to reach the ground floor.
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