As a satyr, Lenny often had some strange cravings. It wasn't unusual for you to discover him sneaking grass and flowers away to his tent for a snack.

Right now he seemed to be having some kind of internal struggle as he stared down the book in his hands, a conflicted look on his face as he appeared to be trying to hold back the urge to take a bite out of those pages... those lovely, delectable-looking pages which still had that tempting 'new book' smell...

... maybe you should take that away from him before he wastes the $7 he spent on that thing.