This morning I wanted to dine on the sweet, cool thing. But no. They brought into the chamber the hot yellow thing. I made my displeasure known.
They took it away and I thought all was well. But when they returned to the chamber, it was still the hot yellow thing – as it had been served the last time, but this time with the soft green thing beside it.
Not realising their error they blew breath on the yellow and sang songs with faces. I protested.
I was carried afar and then into the moving contraption.
This gave me pause. They are of feeble mind and it may be dangerous to push them too far to understanding.