When I was a kid, my mom used to let our canary, Tweetie, out of the cage to clean it, while I followed Tweetie around the house. One day we lost track of him. When we came home from watching a movie, probably "Lilies of the Field" - she thought of the one place she hadn't looked and pulled out our Westinghouse refrigerator. There he was panting on the floor behind it. He quickly recovered.