Can we hear the story of the discovery of french toast?
((My first reaction was 'okay listen here you little shit' because I got this right after posting last and I'm pretty sure this is someone trolling. But after some thinking I'm not going to assume that and take this as a genuine challenge to write a mini story of for dualpet.))
As a street pet, there aren't many delicacies to be found. Stale donuts, maybe, but mostly you get by on whatever you can find. Small animals and insects are just as much a part of your diet as are half eaten burgers, questionable meats and moldy veggies, if hungry enough. Goldfish ponds can be raided in backyards, and pigeon nests disturbed.
But somehow you developed a bit of a sweet tooth.
Candy raided from small children was alright, but too hard for sharp little teeth to chew on. Donuts snatched or coaxed from sleepy commuters were much better.
On one particular morning you were hungry. Prey had evaded you and the pickings were slim. But you could smell something delicious in the air coming from one of the houses you visit regularly, the Nitrams. They were always good for care and food. What a bunch of saps.
The elder one was working away at some strange foodstuff, but took a moment to greet you once he spotted you at the window. He doesn't pet you, and you pretend not to notice him. This is the agreed upon greeting between the two of you. Anything else and you will leave. Eventually you step inside, picking your way through to a bowl of sweet white stuff that is being sprinkled on the human food. You bat at it with a paw, and then sniff at it.
At once the sweet dust makes you sneeze, creating a blinding cloud of sugar that only makes you sneeze more. Backing away, you upset a jug of thick syrup that splatters and glugs to the floor. The noise sends you racing out the window, to hide with bristled fur until you deem the coast clear.
By the time you have licked the sweet stuff out of your fur and returned to investigate, the Nitrams have cleaned up the mess and left for whatever things humans do. Some of their meal is left uneaten, and you finish off the spongy, sweet snacks.
That's the first time you had french toast, and probably will be the last.