When I was a young kid, I had a cat that was front-declawed (this was before it was well known that it’s an abusive practice - my folks didn’t know better at the time). Because he couldn’t shred the paper with his claws, he showed his spite by chewing up the roll so it looked like he’d clawed it. Didn’t matter which direction the roll was.
I loved that cat. He was so smart.
I remember reading excerpts of the bible in one of my high school English classes a couple decades ago. It was basically part of a unit on fictional storytelling via religion. I’d be okay with that being the requirement.