*we open on the scene, showing an empty dark kitchen, with one overhead lamp shining on a package of sealed bread.*
Breadward's POV
The plastic around me and my brethern took the air from our non-existent lungs. We frantically looked around at our surroundings (with our non-existent eyes, we are bread.) Would I be turned into a sandwich? French Toast? Bread pudding maybe? The options were terrifyingly endless. Finally, a stir came from the outskirts of our package. Suddenly, I was free! Or, as free as a piece of bread could be, for this was only the beginning of my life. The lights around us became brighter, as we all heard a voice say,
"Bread is short for breadward"
end scene
