Opening one of the cans, I dumped it out on a piece of bark in front of Old Dan. He sniffed at it and refused to eat. I laughed, for I knew why. While I was opening the other can, Grandpa came over. “What’s the matter,” he asked. “Won’t he eat it?” “Sure, Grandpa,” I said, “he’ll eat, but not before Little Ann gets her share.” With the second can opened, I fed her on another piece of bark. Both of them started eating at the same time.
