When I was a kid my mother would by this wonderful crackers and waffers. By dinner time, they were usually gone and mistery surrounded the fact that no one could explain how they dissappeared... No birds ate the breadcrumbs that lead to my brothers bed. He could not wait, he had to finish them all, invariably all the time.
I wonder why you call them breadcrumbs when they were actually cracker-crumbs.
By the way, for some reason my brother always managed to eat my dinner, my desserts, or any nutritious-delicious meal my mother would set aside for me... and for some other reason I could never be what Cain was to Abel.
Bless my brother for teaching me patience.
Do you know the truth when you hear it?