When I was barbecuing the other day, an ear of corn I had on the grill rolled off and fell to the ground.

My wife suggested rinsing it off and tossing it back on to the grill, which I might have done if the corn hadn't landed right next to my rabbit Pyonkichi's toilet.

After a moment, she said, "If this were a time of war, we would probably eat the corn anyways." 

"If this really were a time of war," I shot back, "we would have eaten Pyonkichi a long time ago."