Formerly a simple loaf, Bread set on an unintended journey. First on the path was Crust, the fearless casing around all others of her kind, and Soft, the innermost with every fold, gathered all the turns in her heart. Hand in hand they trudged through the butterscotch fields of Breakfastville and the jammy pastures of Lunchland. From hot test runs to sticky dilemmas they found that unity was their recipe. By the time Bread got to arrive at the end of life, they found joy in this very life was being the right blend of crispy resilience and warm warmth all the time to fulfill all the hunger of heart, forever.
