The Horns of a Dilemma, or, Chew through the Damn Rope and Break into the Hay Barn So Ray’s walking around in the kitchen, spots a loose goldfish cracker, and shoves it in her mouth, not noticing that I’m offering her a piece of yogurt bar at the same time. She looks up.

Puh! Out comes the cracker, into the hand. She looks at the hand, looks at the cracker. Back and forth for a second she goes.

Then she shoves the cracker back in her mouth, grabs the yogurt bar, and runs.