Clearly they can't feed the boxers to the curamija, though. For one thing, he doesn't think curamija eat boxers.

"I think you should put that away again." Animals eat things they're not supposed to all the time. "Wouldn't want to lose it!"

He reaches into his own pockets. A half-eaten donut that he forgot about, a candy wrapper...

"You'd think the farmers would know what was more appetizing for these fellas than their crops." He reaches up to pat the curamija on the nose. "Do you have to keep your arm away from it?"