I was so hungry today when I got back from work that I had to have a triscuit. Gwen felt the same way. As I was chomping down on my triscuit, I caught Gwendolyn's attention from across the room. She waddled over and pleaded with me for a nibble. As I towered above her, she persisted to pull at my pants to get my attention. When I refused to offer her a bite, her pleading magnified. Pathetically she dropped to her knees and continued to still pull at my pants. Ordinarily I would have given her some food, but I knew her grandmother just gave her a big dinner and that Gwendolyn was just being curious. When her pulling proved ineffective, Gwendolyn started to arch her back and beg more. By now she had already let go of my pants but her back arch grew deeper and deeper. The whining made Gwen forget the laws of gravity as the blood rushed to her big little head. As the blood deposits pushed her to the point of no return, the weight of her head forced her to fall back. The back of her oval head thudded onto the carpeted square. There were a few moments of silence as Gwen tried to figure out what went wrong. I had to hold my breath so I wouldn't break out in laughter. I thought it was the funniest thing ever. However I wanted to save my chuckle until I was sure she was ok. As Gwen rolled herself back up she started to cry loudly. At this point I knew she was fine so I burst out laughing. Gwen's grandmother picked her up and distracted her. In less than 5 seconds Gwen was back to her old self. It's true when they say, "As long as nobody dies we can laugh about it."