Sometimes when I'm at the end of my baguette, I'll pretend I'm a sad, little child whose parents dumped him on the street, and he has to visit the bakery on the corner of the alleyway where he lives to meet the baker with a kind soul who gives him the stale leftover bread from the day and a glass of water to drink. He will then trudge back to his alleyway and munch on the bread carefully as to not break his teeth as he doesn't have dental care. After that he will crawl into his makeshift bed made out of cardboard and fall asleep, dreaming of a wonderful family to take him in.