Last night, Brianna begged me to tell her a story. Then, of course, she kept correcting me. The story was about a princess kitty named Sparkle. While Sparkle was sleeping, the bad fox came and took her collar. The bad fox would always take the dog collars and cat collars and eat them. I had been concerned that the bad fox might like to eat princess kitties, but no. Trying to get all this straight, I asked, "So what are the collars made out of?" Duh. "Fox food."