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Caneko narrowed his eyes.

"They don't feed it to their cars, they eat it! And Matthew--my human--gave me a ready supply should I ever want for it. See? In my ribbon."

He indicated a small pocket attached to his red and white ribbon, and tipped out a measure of syrup from it.