Sage feels a damp spot on the side of her pants leg, but can't account for it's source. Pulling her reading glasses out of her pack, she proceeds to the sack of corn and finds the one little piece of white thread in the stitched top that, when pulled, allows the bag to easily zip open. It sticks. She pulls a little harder, and the whole thing suddenly unzips. Still upright against the wall, the open top reveals large yellow whole dry kernals. The bag is a veritable duck cornucopia there under the tree.
Next she turns to the dog food, but stops when a single sharp claw catches the fabric of her pants and barely nicks her skin through her sock beneath. "Hissssss. Not that one. This one."