the top picture, I've been meaning to scan the same myself. I don't even know what to call the stuff in the package, think of it as an Indian tortilla. we're avoiding such carbs lately in the interest of Erin's diabetes (doing better, btw), so we haven't been purchasing delicacies of this ilk. the picture on the package is bizarre. the rabbit has such an intent expression, and he just--I'm sorry--doesn't seem all that real. conjoined to the child's straightforward sensual acceptance, the situation seems fraught with philosophical bogies. which one is dreaming who? Jimmy Stewart and the big rabbit Harvey.