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Baked Breads and Rolls
Daniel W. Kneip
Once upon a tame, gentle horse, Mary travelled from town to town with baked
goods sure to please.
"And I call them 'baked GREATS' because I put so much tender love and care in
them each!" she would write at the top of each recipe card and she had about ten
Her first stop of the day was in a little village that was so small, they didn't
even bother giving it a name.
Mary crawled off her horse in a very curious way and approached a gathering of
wide-eyed children who were staring at the horse and drooling like a pack of
deranged wolves and this made the horse quite uncomfortable and he held real
still in hopes that the children would think he was made of paper mache.
This plan did not exactly work.
When Mary asked the little devils if they would enjoy their bread "with or
without my special hand-whipped butter made from tender, love and kindness,"
they ignored her and started inquiring about the horse.
"Yes, yes," began one child who seemed to be the brains of the outfit because he
wore glasses and had wild ideas and just enough gusto to dream. "Bread is fine
for some, Miss, but we are hungry children and if you look now, my little sister
longs for more than your silly breads and rolls!"
Well, Mary was not too happy about this! She covered her basket immediately and
snapped at the small boy, "Child, you can go eat rocks and twigs then! You have
insulted me AND my breads!" And she went back to her horse and started to mount
when the children circled the hooved beast.
"Here is what I propose," the brainiac said with a smile so hideous even a mask
wouldn't help. "Take your bakery basket but leave the animal. We will treat it
well for a few minutes before grilling it over an open flame and feasting - we
are THAT hungry, Ma'am!"
Shocked to the core, Mary acted very quickly in order to save her horse and her
own hide and she threw the rolls at the children, which were as hard as stone
anyway, and they scampered for cover allowing Mary just enough time to escape!
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