“The real question,” whispered Leontije, “is not why crumbs exist, but why humans clean them up only to make more toast five minutes later. That, my friends, is the true mystery of the living room.”
“Verdict now! Guilty! Sweep him away!”
The judge turned to the humans.
“We seek answers! Why do humans shake the tablecloth inside the house instead of on the balcony? Why do they shoo us with a napkin but then apologize to the dog for stepping on his tail? And most importantly—why does the vacuum cleaner sing opera? It roars ‘O Sole Mio’ but devours us like a monster!”
Panic erupted. The dust bunnies screamed. The popcorn kernel rolled for cover.
And the questions continued.