Step 1:
Casually walk to the fridge.
Look left. Look right.
No Vallhunds in sight. The coast is clear.
Step 2:
Open fridge. Spot your ice cream.
Smile like a kid on Christmas morning.
Step 3:
Turn around.
BOOM.
Two fuzzy missiles have materialized out of thin air.
No sound. No warning. Just intense eye contact and high-speed tail wagging.
They weren’t there 3 seconds ago.
They smelled the intention.
At this point, I don’t know if I adopted them…
or if they’ve adopted my freezer.