On The Breadline

In the baked dough of flour, water and yeast they were chatting merrily while baking. The robust baker listens; ' flour said' I was in a big field and then after the crop they took me to a mill and they grind. Water laughed and said' I don't know where I have come from? '. Yeast said 'I was a fungus dear; not only in the bakery in the brewery too a good demand for us. I heard that they make bread, cake and so many varieties out of us. Our price goes high everyday and a poor cannot afford.' History says; Marie.Antoinette said to the poor 'if you cannot eat bread then why don't you try cake? ' And the following day they invaded the fortress Bastile.