A Royal Heist

I had been cooped up under the sofa for too long, so I trotted into the pantry to claim some serious territory. Right there on the low shelf sat an open box of crunchy cinnamon crackers. Clearly, that was public property waiting for my stamp of ownership. I planted my hooves firmly on the slick linoleum, stretched up as tall as my squishy body would allow, and managed to shove one square cracker off the ledge. It hit the floor with a loud snap, splitting neatly in two. With a sly snort, I nudged the bigger piece straight toward my dark corner.