Miss Butter and Mr. Bread

"You must not think that those crackers of yours are actually bread, Mr. Bread," said Miss Butter. She returned her teacup to the saucer delicately. She gazed at him politely, with a touch of affection, but never indicating any possibility of wavering on this issue. "Crackers are not bread. No one thinks so and, more importantly, I do not think so."

"But, Miss Butter, they are so like bread in every conceivable way I do not understand how you can not concede this point," he replied. "The ingredients are so alike. The process for producing both bread and crackers is . . . "

"Bread AND crackers! Bread AND crackers!" she interrupted. "Even in your attempt to make them the same, you yourself distinguish them! You have made my point! They are NOT the same!" She exhaled and was satisfied.

"If I may," he paused while she sipped her tea. "If I may continue, the process for making both items is nearly identical. The place they have in our diets is the same, and so with the nutrients they provide. Or take potatoes, for instance. You can have them baked or mashed and they are potatoes. Then you can slice them thinly and fry them as chips. Do they not remain a vegetable?"

She looked at him with amusement and, yes, love. "You know very well, Mr. Bread, that potato chips are not vegetables." She smiled and took more tea. She knew very well that she had prevailed.

So Mr. Bread was never confused again about bread and crackers and indeed, he, named Mr. Bread, should not have made that mistake. And, more importantly, his fondness for Miss Butter grew as he could see she desired only his improvement.

And I have learned that copying and pasting other writers excellent writing will NOT count toward my goal of 55 posts. Nor will my photos.

Thus endeth the lesson.