When John returned to where he had bee sitting, a cold soda
in his hand, the sandwich that he had left on the coffee table
was gone. The plate was exactly as he had left it, but it now
sat amidst a scattering of crumbs, and a single leaf of lettuce.
John looked down at his Cocker Spaniel, who was laying at the
foot of the sofa. Gloria gave the ground a single thump with her
tail, lowered her eyes, and looked away.