A Piece of Nourishment

Toast was leaning against the toaster smoking by himself, as he often does. French Toast, a near and dear friend sat by him and asked:

"Toast? What happens when we are gone?"

Toast, unsure of what to say, said, "French, nothing is permanent. I'm not going to be here long. I'll probably be eaten and that will be that."

French got sad, and said, "Toast, we are capable of so much. What can we do to stop this eating madness?"

Toast got up on one part of his crust, looked over the countertops, and said with hope and spendor.

"French, bite after bite, our lives will fade, and we will be but crumbs. But you have to remind yourself that one day, some time from now, those like us will have the same hopes we do."

French smiled and only said, "I want to see tomorrow."

All toast could say was, "You can, French, just hold on to your flavor, if you're good enough. Somebody will want to save you."

French, nodded his head. "I can do that. Toast. I can save myself. I have to."

Toast walked back to the plate and sat down. He stared ahead and thought.

"I'm the end of the loaf, but it feels so good to be alive."