Starla: Mom-my! Tabby's under the dres-ser!
Tabby: Tell Mommy to get me out, please.
Starla: *crouches down to see Tabby better* How did you even get under there?
Tabby: I don't know. I can't get out by myself!
Mommy: Starla, is Tabby under the dresser?
Starla: Yes, Mommy! *still crouching down to see her*
Tabby: *waits patiently to be rescued*
Mommy: *takes the bottom drawer out*
Starla: *backs up so Tabby can come out*
Tabby: *hops out through the drawer hole* Thank you, Mommy! Thank you, Starla!