|Hey, you got cookies? Carrots? An apple per chance?|
|Lucy: You should be ashamed, begging like that. Pistol: bug off, Princess|
Meanwhile, even wild turkeys in the pasture couldn't distract Jackson from nosing around in the oak leaves for acorns.
|Flash: Hey, Whiskey - what are you doing under the hay feeder? Mufasa: Is that a camera you're carrying -- or do you have cookies?|