Arh Darki the memorys of the bakers cart and  the smell of the fresh bread from the van Lived in sunshine in the western suburbs of melburne and the people next door had half a dosen free range chookens so one day when the baker arrived one of th cooks flew up and sat on top of the foot board and there it spied sone straw stickin to the horses bum so peck peck and all hell broke loose as the horse took off down the street at a full gallop with the two back doors flapping and spilling bread along the road and the baker running after it and cursing the chookens lowdly in no uncertain terms but us kids had a good feed of fresh bread that day..

:^O:^O:^O  Can't trust them chookens jackass