Rediscovering Animal Crackers

Just got a bag of Animal crackers from the vending machine, and surprisingly I actually feel happier sitting here crunching on them. I took out all the broken pieces and ate them first, then lined up all the unbroken ones in a row and ate the backwards facing ones next, we'll have none of that kind of behavior in my crackers, thank you. In grade school (fifth grade) I was in a musical play called animal crackers. I have no idea what it was about, but I was a rabbit without a speaking part. I did sing several solo songs which I hope justified all the singing and music lessons my dad paid for in forth to ninth grade before I started smoking and ended any chance of an opera career. My mother thought it was adorable, her friends thought it was adorable, my friends laughed at me. My bullies beat the crap out of me. Maybe that's why I stopped eating animal crackers. Stupid crackers. Now I almost don't feel like eating them. But I'm smiling when I say that and I giggle a little as I crunch through the head of a rabbit making grrr noises.