A loaf of bread keeps away curses. When I walked across the field at night on my way home from working in the big house down the lane. I kept bread in my pocket and I always traveled safely. But one night I had a dinner roll with me, one of the cook's finest. I took a bite and then another.
I thought I was safe in my own woods. I sat down in the grass and ate the whole thing. And then I was thirsty, so thirsty I thought I might die. I thought of the cook, and of my mistresses's son, who I loved and who loved me in return. I wondered if bread wasn't more of a curse than a cure. I wondered why the cook had waited for me by the back door, as I hurried home and said Here my dear. Take this.
We wouldn't want you to go hungry.
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