Red Scott

Through mostly vacant streets, a baker from the outskirts of his town earned his living peddling sweets from the ragged cart he dragged around.The clever fox crept close behind, kept an ever-watchful eye for a chance to steal a ginger spice cake or a boysenberry pie.Looking down was the hungry crow, “When the time is right, I’ll strike and condescend to the earth below and take whichever treat I’d like.”