A raccoon walked into an exhibition of surrealist paintings, and everything looked delicious. It seemed there was not a single aisle without a culinary masterpiece, which is why she had to make up a new dictionary. Surrealism had to take on a new meaning: “not tasting an inviting dish,” so it would be written. If she called the wise, they would say each painting rightfully belonged to the raccoon. If she called the gods, they would join her in the feast. So first she grabbed a napkin. Afterwards, she improvised a fork from Magritte’s pipes and melted time, but that is up for debate. Finally, she prayed and tasted everything she could. No one missed the paintings; in fact, everyone thought the tasting was part of the exhibition. Oh, and the colors kept insisting on tickling her belly, leaving the poor creature at the mercy of a fit of laughter by the end of the day.