The Hum of the Big White Box

The quiet hum from the kitchen caught my ears... so I wandered in. Down low, right beneath the refrigerator door, a gentle breeze of cool air seeped out across the pale floor. Deliciously crisp! Resting nearby was a forgotten wooden citrus reamer, smooth and round. I shuffled over and nudged it forward with both dark paws until it rolled against the metal base of the fridge. Plink. The cool air washed over my fur. I pressed my chin right onto the chilly tile and let out a long, happy rumble.