Early in the morning, the Slowpoke leisurely eats her breakfast. She stops to look around, lick her lips, listens for the birds outside.
Meanwhile the Vultures are done with their breakfasts and are circling...
The Slowpoke moves around her bowl, taking her time and savoring every bite, while Vulture #1 is warned away. Vulture #1 moves along to other bowls; there is plenty of time.
Vulture #2 has been waiting just outside the door for the moment the Slowpoke's done. He makes his move.
Vulture #1 is back after finishing the bits from Vulture #2's breakfast. Its the third bowl she's eaten from today. Any wonder her nickname is Waddles?