Magnet Mountain

I trotted over to the kitchen baseboards to scout a new challenge and spotted something stuck right to the shiny metal face of the fridge door! It was a chunky wooden magnet shaped like a red apple, hanging just above the floor gasket. I leaped straight up, caught the wooden stem with one hand, and dug the toes of my boots into the slick enamel. The magnet slid down an inch with a squeaky scrape, fighting my weight before gripping the steel again. I braced both feet against the seam and swung my legs, grinning as I held on tight!