Exhausted by my refusal to eat any of my new dental crispies, I fall asleep at last on my platform high up in my enclosure. When I wake up will this nightmare have passed? I am dreaming of a plateful of soft gravy covered chunks of chicken, not hard dry balls of food I have to chew. Chewing is too much exercise for my teeth.
How soon will Lynette relent? It can't be much longer . . .