I woke up this morning as a piece of bread so from the born room (oven) they gently put me on the counter it felt so good to breathe air for the first time till a old shaggy man came and started touching me and checking me I felt so disgusted by the abuse i thought he was gonna buy me but he didnt and the same thing happend over and over till a small kid came and cut a piece of me with his hand that was already in his nose and I felt like I was worthless , then the maker (the dude who bakes bread) decided that I am no longer can be sold so he threw me in the back in the dark till a soft hand touched my head and I thought I was rescued but he torn up my head and ate it and my rest was eating up by his dog so this is my story as a bread btw I always wanted to become a croissant they are more appreciated but life is not fair
