Magnetic Banana Heist

I swung back inside through the door flap as evening set in, ready for something indoors. Right on the bottom of the white refrigerator door was a chunky magnetic plastic banana holding up a receipt! I dropped onto my knuckles, surged forward in two heavy arm bounds, and grabbed the yellow curved magnet with both hands. With a sharp tug, snap—the magnet popped free in my grip, sending the little paper receipt fluttering softly to the linoleum floor. I clamped the plastic fruit close against my chest, let out a triumphant squeak, and skittered behind the recycling bin to inspect my prize!