You take hold of the book and very carefully pull it halfway off the shelf. When nothing happens, you pull it the rest of the way off the shelf. Still nothing. Must not have been the right book. Oh well, no sense putting it back yet. You open the book and start thumbing through it:

Within the trade paperback are hundreds of brief comics depicting everything from the extinction of the dinosaurs to literal translations of old sayings. It's all very funny, and you're glad you picked up the book. Towards the end of it, however, you come across one comic that you just don't understand: it shows a cat peering into an open dryer with a sign that reads "cat fud" taped to the door, and a dog standing behind the dryer thinking "oh please, oh please". You have no idea what "fud" is supposed to be, but you're sure it's the kind of thing that gets newspaper comics taken out of syndication.

You replace the book, wondering why there were so many cows in those comics. The shelves suddenly begin to creak loudly. The entrance must be opening, you think to yourself. That was a good guess, but no, the shelf merely collapse and buried you under an avalanche of books. On the plus side, at least you have some good books to read while you suffocate.

READING IS SUCCEEDING... AT FAILING! START OVER!!!