I guess if i was a 5 month-old predator trapped in a Montreal 5 1/2 with nothing to hunt, yet all my genetic and instinctual background is screaming for me to attack and pounce whatever is moving, I might devise a way to trip a six foot tall, 180 pound man as he is turning away from the kitchen counter with a hot cup of coffee at seven in the morning.
It might even be good eating; who knows?
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