My name is Penny.
I really like the rocks because they are crunchy. The old boring guy slides them to me, and I chew them. They make a lot of noise when I bite them, and I like that, too. Then they break into tiny pieces. When I’m done the floor is always wet. The rocks must have water hidden in them, I guess.
The rocks taste good, but not as good as my food. And that reminds me — I’m hungry!