I'll let you ponder this one for a moment.
I call it, "Tomato with bite taken out of it" (Genius, right).
No, it was not the ravenous birds that swarm our tomato plants daily, nor was it an animal dying of hunger eager to taste the season's harvest of acidic vegetable/fruit fame.
But rather, it was my son that took that bite.
Just walked up to the tomato that my grandfather had picked, grabbed it, and ate it as if it were an apple.
A more Cronin attribute I think there is not.
Kim - he is your grandson without a doubt.