Danny went poking his nose around the fridge yesterday. He must have smelt something interesting, cos he pushed his paw into the narrow space under the fridge, trying to get at God-knows-what.
With his short attention span, something else caught his eye five seconds later and he turned towards it. In doing so, he shifted the angle of his paw, effectively catching it.
When he realised he was stuck, he panicked and yelped to high heaven. It was so shrill and so piercing that Rhoda came running up from the basement and mom can rushing in from the living room.
They found him flat on the floor with one paw under the fridge and the others waving frantically in an effort to get loose. Mom, as usual, joined him in panicking. Remember how she thought he had sliced off his tongue the last time? Well, this time she thought he had been electrocuted.
Using a combination of chair and broomstick (you're not supposed to touch something with a live current), she tried to manouvre him out from under the fridge. All this time, Danny was madly wriggling away. Between the two, they must have done something right and his paw popped out.
Rhoda was relieved. Mom was relieved. But the happiest camper was Danny. Finally free, he headed straight for the tissue box and ripped it apart.
