For once, the poor child tells himself is an equal, no longer hoping for cast-offs or charity. He stands with the others as a full member, each taking an identical portion. But his willingness to forego class consciousness to enrich himself has a damning detail: the dog, which represents the masses, has to do with the runoff, and since it is made of dairy and chocolate, the dog will suffer great pains.

Well, you can always buy another dog, right Rich? Ol' Pal? Buddy? You want my dog? You can have him. You want I should throw him in the swimmin' hole? I can do that do too.