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I was having breakfast at the National Park's camping site in Sydney.

While chatting to some friends I heard the toaster pop up. I’d forgotten to check the setting and both slices were black.

I hate black toast, so I put some more in and wandered over to the bin to throw the black ones away.

As I started to walk back I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. A big black and white crow hopped off the table and into the bushes with a piece of bread in it’s mouth.

I was amazed it could get it out of the wrapped loaf so quickly.

I folded the wrapper under the loaf so it couldn’t get anymore and went to check on my toast.

There was only one slice left.

The bastard had whipped it out the toaster while it was on.

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