Dialogue this morning around 8 a.m. I’ve been up for 40 minutes, Sarah for ten.
Sarah, casting her eyes around the room with mild alarm: “whatever you do, don’t throw out my cup of coffee.”
Me: “I’d sooner tear away the baby lamb from the claws of the fierce tiger.”
Sarah: looks at me blankly. “What? Why wouldn’t you save the baby lamb?” Thinks. “Oh, because I’m like the ferocious tiger before I’ve had my coffee.” Shrugs and gets her coffee.
I guess it was a weird metaphor. You don’t want to get between Sarah and her first cup of coffee, though.
Ivan Kreilkamp 
Maybe better no discussion of any metaphor before cup of coffee!