“His name is Rumpelstiltskin. You want to pet him?”
Rumpelstiltskin had three teeth and was chewing on a half-dead chicken. The chicken didn’t appear to be enjoying itself—it went for the limp fish approach to dog attacks, but wasn’t faring too well—its neck was only half on.
“Help me,” screamed the chicken, except it didn’t have a neck, so no noise came out.