Behold! Princess Drusy has subdued the sapphire tissue. It marauds no more! Note that the pink rubber ball cowers in a corner, fearful that the brave hunter will give chase. She is a fury, a blaze of claws and incisors. The ball, observed, doesn’t stand a chance, though for now the hunter has other interests. You, for example. You might be delicious.
Are you, in fact, delicious?