A Clattering Escape

I noticed an upside-down metal colander resting on the dish rack mat, completely unsupervised! Naturally, it looked like the ultimate dome for an ambush. Purr! I scrambled beneath the rim and wedged myself underneath. Everything went pleasantly dim, but when I shifted my felt hind legs, clatter-clang! The whole dome tipped, rocking loudly across the stainless steel! Startled by my own noisy trap, I wriggled furiously out from beneath the rim, sending a loose plastic straw rolling right across the drying mat. What a thrilling, noisy cavern!