One day as one of my friends was over at our house, I grabbed a squeaky toy; a yellow mouse holding a toothbrush and toothpaste. I covered its face with only the tip of its ears visible and while making stupid sounds in a whiney voice I asked (or rather had the mouse ask) my friend what the animal was.

“A bear,” he replied.

Still using my whiney voice, I gave him other clues and slipped my hand down a bit further down its face. His answer remained unchanged. Dropping the voicing of the mouse, I demanded that he pay more attention as I revealed even more of its face.

“C’mon, it’s a bear.”

I completely removed my hand and gave him one complete quick look before I hid it behind me and once again asked him what it was.

“I already told you, it’s a bear.”

Completely enraged I held the mouse in front of him and yelled at him, “Take a good look! What is this? Tell me what this is!”

Much calmer than me, and quite indifferent to the whole situation, he once again said, “Look at it, it’s a bear.”

“No, it’s not a bear!” I screamed. “You see this? It’s not a bear, it’s a mouse! A mouse! You got it? It’s a mouse!”

“Fine, it’s a mouse. Who cares?”

Later on when I looked at it I could see how it could also be taken as a bear.