It started with a simple question: "Where's the milk?"
The owner, a hapless homemaker, searched every shelf, every crisper, every drawer, but to no avail.
The refrigerator, it seemed, had turned on its owner, a cold, calculating machine with a mind of its own.
Or was it just a case of a particularly sneaky raccoon?
Either way, the owner was left with a fridge full of spoiled food and a heart full of despair.