Ronald had encountered an obstacle on his way to class this morning. There was a new door on the outside of the building. Ronald pushed the door lightly with one paw, and promptly smashed his muzzle into the glass. He stepped back, stunned, then growled at his new foe.

Ronald tried harder, throwing all his weight against the door, adding in the considerable weight of his stuffed backpack behind him, but to no avail. Then, he even tried stepping back, psyching himself up, and charging, but all that happened was another smash, and he fell, exhausted, on his tail. For a while, he just lay there, wondering why he couldn't open the door.

Finally, after a long, prone wait, a raccoon he knew from class, named Sheila, walked up behind him and shook her head. "Reading is tech," she said, and pulled on the door's handle to let herself inside.