This morning Mom gave me a couple crackers for a snack, but I didn't want them. I set them on the coffee table, walked into the kitchen, and threw a tantrum. So, Mom gave me a couple more crackers. She might as well have handed me poison. What I wanted was some sugary cereal.
The bird took advantage of the lonely crackers on the coffee table and flew down to take a few bites. I decided at that exact moment that maybe I wanted the crackers after all, so I ran over and stole them from the bird. Then, I ate all the crackers. I guess if he thought they were good, I thought they were good, too.