The smell was unfamiliar, but her teeth recognized the plastic. Surely there's a tasty thing to be eaten beneath this wrapper. Salivating copiously, she gnaws at the package, desperate for its contents. The world fades. She knows only this thing in her sweaty little sausage paws. Someone shouts, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?". She whimpers, her dreamlike state interrupted. She pulls it away from her mouth and realizes it's a book. Quick, engage the automated defense systems! "I am just opening this book!"