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      Baked Breads and Rolls
      
      
      
      by
      
      
      
      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 
of those.
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!
The End

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