I remember the day the new freezer arrived.  It was huge.  It was from Sears complete with a warranty. Now we could stock up on fresh halibut flown south from Alaska.  Copper River salmon for the outdoor BBQ pit and those two for the price of one whole roasting chickens.  We were carnivores ready to devour our meat as soon as it could be thawed and grilled.  When the wild blackberries were on we picked for shelves of readymade frozen pies, froze Wenatchee peaches, and other things we thought we would have need.

Before we had hardly shut the door, the freezer stopped. We checked the switches.  We shut it off, turned it on, probably hit it a few times or slammed the door.  The repair man came and went to work.   He got it going again.  It is under warranty I say.  Sorry says he.  The warranty doesn’t  cover salamanders.

dVerse prompt on the frig thus my prose poem on a salamander climbing in the motor of my new freezer