I sat in my chair and thought about my situation for a long time. Freckles stayed plopped on the magazine, leaning over every so often to nibble on its edges. Didn’t she understand that I was just thinking of what was best for her? I didn’t want her to get sick for Pete’s sake. I decided that I would have to lure her away from the magazine. But, the dandelion-carrot salad hadn’t done the trick. I was going to have to bring out the really tempting stuff.