One time I went downstairs in the middle of the night and found my dog in front of an open mini-fridge eating a box of rice crackers that did not come from said refrigerator. I told her to explain why she was eating a box of rice crackers because sometimes I forget that she’s just a dog and can’t speak, but then her head rotated around a couple times and detached itself from itself. Then her skin fell off and she turned into a box of saltines. None of this actually happened. Giraffes aren’t real. I do art sometimes.