“Hey Daniel, you wanna see me eat a giraffe’s head?!” “You can’t reach a giraffe’s head.” I’d pull out an giraffe animal cracker and bite its head off like a predator. My brother would laugh so hard O.J. would come out of his nose. (The juice not the criminal.) I loved animal crackers as a kid. I loved them so much because they were part toy, part snack. I’d give the giraffe an old man’s voice and his wife, the bear, an old lady voice. Together their baby was the lion. They were a family like The Lion King that miraculously got along in the box in my backpack. I loved them so very much, especially the hot pink ones with a shit ton of sprinkles. What more could I want?! Of course my mom never really bought them for us and they were considered treat-only-snacks. I never even really considered making them at home until compartes sent me a box of his chocolate and they had what else, animal crackers, all up in their chocolate bars. I searched around the internets and came across this Noah’s Ark mini cookie cutter set. I sort of chuckled because who knew a …

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