“How do you explain this?!” asked my boss, his nose twitching with anger. He waved a photo of me getting picked up by chopsticks and screaming with laughter.“I promise it’s not what it looks like, it was not my fault!” I stammered. “ That very day I had set off to go buy some lunch but it ended up being quite peculiar. Trotting into a small sushi shop, I leaped on the high stools, nibbling on soy-sauce saturated rice. Light breezes lurked in the air and everything was peaceful. Suddenly I picked up a scent of chopsticks and there they were, squeezing on my blanket of fur! It tickled strongly so I couldn’t help giggling. I think that man needs glasses, if you excuse me I do not look like sushi!” I explained and to my horror, my boss was munching on a piece of sushi while listening to my strange story!