A Bold Breakfast Mission

I am the terror that flaps in the morning breeze! Lingering indoors while glorious mysteries unfold in Geneva is no longer an option, but a true hero requires sustenance before taking to the streets. I staged a daring tactical leap across the breadbox and cornered my quarry: a massive, sesame-speckled brioche roll lounging upon a cutting board. Brandishing a wooden toothpick like a champion’s rapier, I struck! The pastry proved stubbornly unyielding against my paper joints, yet I managed to dislodge three glorious sesame seeds, claiming them as a triumphant victory banquet.