A Morning Crust Hunt

I followed the sweetest warm scent straight from the sofa to the kitchen! Wiggling past the kettle, I found a big wicker basket full of crusty morning rolls. One little sesame bun was resting right by the open edge. I gave its crunchy crown a polite pat with both paws, then tucked a loose golden flake into my pocket for later. It is crisp, warm, and smells like toasted sunshine!