Why No Peanut

As the hour of truth draws near, I find an explanation for one regrettable thought from my last evening with the raven. I had considered sharing a peanut or a french fry or some pizza: If this is the end, and we both know it, then why not let's let go of this restrictive diet silliness and party till the lights go out? I dismissed the notion, failing to share naughty treats with my good friend, letting the moment slip away like that. You can imagine the tears I shed over my omission! But doesn't it prove that I had hope for the raven's survival, that at least a couple of brain cells were focused on our continued bright future and not our certain separation? Hope is better than a peanut anyway.