The other day, my niece posted this picture on Facebook:

Hey, little Teddy Graham – how did you find yourself in with all those Cheerios?

Hmmm.

We possibly have a mafia style Teddy-Jimmy Hoffa-graham incident here.  Maybe that little Teddy-Jimmy was stirring up some trouble amongst the other grahams.  Maybe he went too far and pushed his luck.  One thing is certain, the Teddy Graham community will be talking about his mysterious disappearance for years.  Well,  for months anyway because they are all, in fact, food and will all disappear within months.  But until the current generation gets consumed, there will be whispers and what-ifs in the community.

Or maybe this little Teddy had some product identity disorder.  Maybe, just maybe, he was born as a Cheerio with the soul of a Teddy.  Through some modern medical – er, food processing technology, he became a Teddy.

Or he could just be a little wanderer.  Not content to stay put in his Teddy world he wanted to see the universe.  Through some adventures he found himself at peace with the Cheerio world.  It looks like they accepted him as one of their own.  They seem to be a fairly accepting society.  Either that or they are holding him hostage.  It’s hard to tell since they all wear the same unreadable expression.  Are they hostile or friendly?

More than likely we really don’t want to know how a Teddy Graham ended up in a box of Cheerios.  Seriously.  We.  Do.  Not.  Want.  To.  Know.  Because if we found out, we probably would never eat another Teddy Graham or Cheerio our entire lives.