*A little mouse slips into your kitchen at the smell of pancakes. It sees you move the plate with the deliciousness around and waits until you are busy talking to your roommate some distance away. Then — it darts at the speed of light: climbs the chair and from there — the table cloth!
Ah! The flat cakes from the pan! How nice they smell, the mouse's stomach grumbling as the little critter squeaks excitedly and scurries to the plate. It cannot carry all of them. It cannot carry one. It cannot even carry a half. But it quickly munches off as big of a piece as it can carry — and drags it off the table.
The creature's dinner falls to the ground with a slap, the mouse following soon after — and off it does, taking its pray away, to take apart piece by piece later. Happy. No longer hungry.*
