>Be cuddling with Lyra
>It takes all the willpower you have to keep your eyes open
>But you know her tricks
>As soon as you let your guard down she's going to snatch your pantry right up
>Well you're not falling for it this time
>No matter how warm the fire is
>No matter how soft her coat is
>No matter how gentle her breathing is
>But then this mare, this wily mare
>She looks at you with her big golden eyes, and the mischievous smile of hers
>She starts to sing a lullaby
>It's soft and sweet and lovely
>That's not fair!
>Man was not made to resist such temptation
>You black out in pure bliss

>You wake up, the most relaxed you've ever been, but also really hungry
>You make your way to the kitchen
>Not one single oat left
>Not even any wheat or barley
>Not a single grain
>That absolute shid