I was sitting in Grand Central Station yesterday waiting for my train, doing a little people watching and snacking on animal crackers to help absorb some of the caffeine intake of the commute and I was stunned. Stunned.

I happily bit the head of the camel, chomped the legs off the monkey and giggled when I pulled out a headless elephant and then....

an owl.

That's right folks--an owl. I checked the bag again. Nope. I was right. It said "Animal Crackers."

I can't eat an owl. It's not right. He's wise and all-knowing and knows exactly how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop and can explain what "twitterpated" means each Spring to deer, rabbit and even skunks. He doesn't belong with the other circus snack animals.

How did he get in there? Was there some sort of equal rights for owls campaign that I was unaware of? Why would they want to be in the bag? What good could come of it?

What are we teaching the younger generation? Owls are animals too? No, no my friends. They are birds. I know. My sister is an orni...orni...ah, you know, a science-y bird girl ;)

In the end, I did eat him. Or maybe that's I did eat his end. Or maybe I ate him and his end. I don't know. But I was unhappy eating tiny cookie talons.

***on edit: I found this site that lists some changes to the animals. Feh. Changes.