A familiar yoghurt had to run through the "grassland" to a package with juice. Usually worked the physical method: behind the frame stood a man and kicked the yoghurt in the butt of the dryer, directing it to the right direction.
But there was some wrong yoghurt. I called a veterinarian at the zoo. He recommended smashing a pack of juice with cheese with mold. Yojig swung from half-turn, talentedly ran through the frame, wrapped the package and began to love him. We had to sleep again because the whole group just fell to the floor. and ?