Pierre: It’s summer, and the humans are going on a picnic! They didn’t even invite me along for quality control. I can take care of that, though.
Newton: What did they pack in there?
Pierre: It smells like bread and turkey. Sandwiches. And they didn’t plan to share!
Pierre: I like turkey, too! I think I can reach at least one of them.
Newton: That’s what you call a reach?
Pierre: At least you can get to the sandwiches. Hurry up and grab one!
Pierre: I hear footsteps, and I’m not going to be the kitty with my nose in the picnic cooler when the head peep gets here.