My Cardboard Balcony

A Piece of Bread by Belinda Roddie A piece of bread just wanted to be toast all smothered in a sweet strawberry goo. But everyone's attention was on roasts, parfaits, and ice cream - a rich rendezvous. Bread could be more than just a throwaway decision for a breakfast half past ten. It could be quite a feast for the whole day, sticky with marmalade or margarine. A party all of toasts would be so fine to soothe the palate for a simple night, all crisp and brown, served with a glass of wine with each topping made for a man's delight. "I just want to be toast!" the poor bread cried. "Yeah, yeah," said cereal, "come back inside!"

"The ants went marching one by one, hoorah, hoorah!" "Griffith! That's not a nice song to sing while the ants are going straight toward the boric acid!" Griffith wrinkled his pug nose and shrugged. "Well, you're the one who thought about poisoning them in the first place." His sister, Lindsay, sighed. The whole bathroom had been infested with the buggers for a week, and the spray hadn't worked. She felt that she had to go to the extreme.