How bout some Splenda?

Batdorf asked. It was his chance to confuse lil Ginny.
"No thanks, dove," she answered, and promptly
punched him in the stomach, and batted the gun out
of his hand. It landed in a (heretofore unknown)

cat's milk bowl. "Ahhhhhhh...." Said Batdorf.
He crumpled to the floor and reached for the gun.
But Ginny was too fast. She stepped on his canard-
like hand, a real gander of a fishy, mallard thing,
his hand being like a goose's neck and twice as
strong.

"Gotcha," said Ginny. "No use crying over spilt milk."