Jerry's perspective

On the wall over our table at the Black Bear Diner was a painting of a campfire in a forest. Over the flame was a cast-iron skillet holding two eggs, sunny-side up, and the only observer was a bear.

"Poor bear," I told Jerry. "If he tries to eat the eggs in the pan he'll burn his paws.
How will he have breakfast?"

Jerry: "Wait till the hunters come back and eat them instead?"