If we meet on the way someone with a plastic bag,
I always think, there is dry bread inside for me.
So I stop in front of them and hope they will give me some bread.
Sometimes we walk along the country road.
I used to be afraid of the roaring trucks passing by.
I wanted to run away.
But if I stand brave, I get a piece of dry bread as a reward.
Now, every time a vehicle is passes by, I stop and look for a reward.