One Slice says to another, ‘What are you?’
Another Slice replies, ‘I’m Sour Dough.’
‘You got that right,’ moans the Slice next to
Sour Dough. ‘You never see the sweet side of anything.
Always got to have your culture in the mix.’
‘A touch of culture goes a long way to making people feel better.’
A Slice farther down shouts, ‘I’m Artisan.
People feel better just by looking at me.’
‘I’m flat,’ Little Slice says.
‘We’re all flat, stupid.’
Little Slice’s face crumples.
More Slices join the conversation.
They take sides and start arguing.
The noise level becomes deafening at which point,
The Crust screams at the top of its lungs, ‘Listen!’
Every Slice stops talking. Shocked.
Crust is the strong silent type.
Never joins in any conversation or argument.
‘Listen,’ The Crust continues.
‘You are all bread! Me too.
We are in the same bag for goodness sake.
Get a life.’