More than the rest of us, Molly has felt the strain of being put on a diet. She doesn't appear to have lost any weight but she complains bitterly of weakness causes by lack of food. The woman says she could live on air and water and still manage to look like an overstuffed sofa. Molly claims she is wasting away and is now a frail and pitiful sight. Odd, because the barn still shakes when she trots into the run-in.
She has decided that salvation lies in foraging for food when she and the woman go to one of the forests. She manages to snag so much food while on the move that there will undoubtedly be ecological reprecussions. Trees, brambles, reeds - they're all grist to the Molly Mill. Yesterday she expanded her horizons even further. While hauling the woman back to the parking area, Molly discovered a shiny bag that had contained something called potato chips. She said it had a pleasant salty, greasy smell. She snatched it up and proceeded to carry it all the way back to the trailer, resisting all attempts by the woman to wrest it from her toothy grasp. It was only when the woman dismounted that she was able to pry Molly's jaws apart and drop the prize in the refuse bin. Molly tells us it was the mere scent of food that kept her motivated enough to continue.
Tonight, as uaual, Molly received her hay first because it's the only thing that keeps her grating vocalizations to a minimum. She dives in, grunting and scattering hay in all directions. When she made one of her infrequent surfacing moves, the woman spied what she took to be a mass of roots that Molly had masticated into a flattened wad. A tug of war ensued and when the majority of it came away in the woman's hands, she discovered it was actually a bird's nest. Molly was highly indignant at this blatant theft of a delightful new snack object and went back to her hay in a state of dudgeon. The woman sighed and deposited the bird's nest in the garbage bin. That seems to be where Molly's culinary experiments end up these days.
Jack says we should make a stealth attack on the garbage tomorrow to see what Molly found so appealing. If we do, I'll let him do the first taste test.