Okay, I'm going to tell a story about a bunny I had named Angelina. She lived in a kiddie play pen, and she could easily jump out, but she never did. Also, she, like all bunnies, loved bananas, and if anyone ate a banana, she felt entitled to a piece.
Well, one day my grandmother (who lived with us because she couldn't live on her own anymore at that point) was sitting on the couch, watching TV, and eating a banana. Me and the rest of my family were in a different room.
Suddenly, we heard my grandmother scream, and we rushed to her to see what was going on. We found her with a banana peal in her hand, and a very happy Angelina on her lap, munching away on my grandmother's banana.