I couldn’t take it anymore. I was starving! I needed nourishment! I jumped from the shiny treat to the delightful meal and began munching. Afterall, I told myself, I had already won the battle. Who cares if the high-voiced one gets the shiny treat. It was currently feeling the bitter despair of defeat. I could be the bigger bunny and allow it to have the remnants of the chewed up shiny treat. What did I have to lose?