All that fuss over a few crumbs of bread to feed a starving bird.
It was five loaves.
I asked if I could have them.
After you were already running.
In any case, it's been a good morning. Polly is fed and we helped a baker improve his throwing arm.
I'm going to tell the baseball team. They'd be interested in a man who can leave a bruise with a muffin.
Color by George Peterson