"When I was a boy, I was walking along a street and happened to spy a cart full of watermelons. I was fond of watermelons, so I sneaked quietly on the cart and snitched one. I then ran into a nearby alley and sank my teeth into the melon.
No sooner had I done so, however, than a strange feeling came over me. Without a moment's hesitation, I made my decision. I walked back to the cart, replaced the melon...
And took a ripe one."
That's a story told by Mark Twain.
We have a cart story, too.
It's in this edition of FRONT.
No need to be sneaky about it. Climb aboard and consume all you want.