Jun 30th 2010 By Brendan McGinley
In the bare-knuckle world of breakfast, there is no sharing. Mascots either defend cereal from the forces of evil, or connive it out of kids' hands.
Still, there are degrees. Just like every community has that nice homeless guy the neighbors take care of (the Trix Rabbit), there's always a cranked-out schizophrenic making everyone nervous (Sonny the Cuckoo). What's in those chocolate pearls to make them so addictive to our nation's avians? Are they choco-frosted sugar bombs or just cocoa-flavored Kix?