And [b]NOW[/b], the [i]REST[/i] of the story.
Dashing furiously here and there to find the key, young Emma had no luck. She wasn't able to pry open her fathers gun cabinet either, hard as she tried. The cat meowed and hissed, and, in general, shrieked as it's terrified young owner tried to free it from the small wooden box with the glass facade. Much to her chagrin, Emma noticed through the glass that her beloved little kitten was pawing at the trigger of the pistol her father always kept loaded. She screamed at the feline to stop. The pounded the glass, not caring if it should break. She did everything she could, but the outcome had been set in stone.
The sharp crack of the Glock pierced the room, and the cabinet was violently sprayed with a red mist. Folks, there is no happy ending to this story, but what I didn't tell you was that a week earlier, Mr. George Arfkom had just fixed those cabinet hinges with [i]JB Weld[/i]... Yes, JB Weld.
This is Paul Harvey... [size=4]GOOD DAY?[/size=4]