As the official large featherless assistant, all I can say is – I wouldn’t want to be a Cheerio in our household.
With some dishes, you might have a prayer of getting away.
But not if you are a Cheerio.
(Here you may be thinking, “But what about waffles? Waffles seems to have just as precarious an existence when it comes to Pearl.”)
Hah. Whereas waffles are lovingly crooned over and tended to, and only then delicately ingested in tiny little nibbles worthy of British high tea, Cheerios are inhaled and annihilated.
In fact, the mere glimpse of a Cheerio is enough to recalibrate all “stalk and kill” instincts to the “Gladiator” setting.
See for yourself.
Author: Shannon Cutts
Co-Author: Pearl Cutts