Bring me Foxy! Despite the clarity of this instruction, Daisy brings Penguin. At least I have brought you something, she says. At least I didn’t take bring me to mean pee on. I congratulate her on the wisdom of this remark. We spend a few minutes considering the distinguishing features of Foxy. Now bring me happiness! I say. Bring me joy! Bring me something to make the world whole again! This is a harder task, I grant, but Daisy snuffles off. When she returns, she explains that there was no way to know the meaning of those sounds. In fact, she suspects that they didn’t mean anything at all. Even so, Daisy adds, I have brought you this. It’s Penguin.