Hi! It’s me, Tumbler! This happened today. I wanted to crawl behind the wooden stand that is in front of the window in the living room. My brown blanky is there and I usually just sit under the wooden stand, but today I wanted to climb behind it. Momma is always saying, “Oh, my little Tumbler!” or “Tumbler, my sweet little boy!” so naturally I thought I was very little. And when I decided to climb behind the wooden stand, I did not see a problem. I do whatever I want to do and I be whatever I want to be. It is a little space, I thought, but I am little. But apparently I was not little ENOUGH, because I got stuck. I got my arm through and my head through and then I just kind of laid there because the sun was shining on me and I was like: “Yay! Sun!” And whenever the sun shines on me it’s like a laser beam of laziness and I just stop what I’m doing. So even though I was stuck I didn’t really care because I was getting sun. So I just took a nap. And Momma took my picture. And then she unstuck me. It all worked out.