Lynn Lake parties were always well attended. To celebrate summer one year, a soiree was given by one of the teachers. Guests all thought to bring plenty of libation for the event but little actual sustenance. Sheena, our hostess, had prepared munchies and some packaged, hot hors d'ouvres, but eventually folks, well into the sauce, wanted to eat something substantial and were starting to gnaw at their napkins.
I wandered into Sheena's kitchen, hoping to find more food and I noticed a giant, open bag of dog kibble in the corner. I took one of her fancy serving bowls, filled it with kibble, and joined her as she walked about the room offering munchies and dip. Deep in conversation, guests readily dug unto the bowls, tossed the contents into their mouths, and went on talking. At least five people had eaten the kibble before Paul Bergan, the music teacher, piped up: "Hey!!! That tastes like dog food!" -- I was caught. I thought the prank would go down well, but food would have gone down better! Several of us ran home, emptied our fridges, and a grand potluck ensued. Folks still remember that party, but only Paul admits he ate kibble.