"Where's the strawberry?" Guppy asked me, all innocence.
A strawberry had been ripening in my garden over the last few days. I was very excited for it, and went to point it out to her... and it was gone.
"ARGH!" I said, or something similarly coherent. "Those darn voles! They did it again!"
We commiserated a bit, and Guppy tugged on my pants. "I pickt the strawberry."
"ARGH! You picked my strawberry? What did you do with it?"
A few moments later, she pulled me towards a bucket of water at the end of the garden. A squishy, half-eaten strawberry floated in with the moths and spiders.
"You drowned my strawberry?!"