The Baker's
The begger child crept up softly to the baker's garbage can out in
back of his shop. She sifted through it quietly looking for anything.
A scrap of dough, a bit of roll. Nothing. The child sighed to
herself. "Looks like we won't be a eatin' tonight," she
said softly to herself. She slipped away from the baker's home and
out to the meadow where she slept. Perhaps tomorrow she could look
for a job. Maybe she could work for the seamstress. Or maybe for the
milliner. Soon the child was asleep.
