Just after the last diner departed after the breakfast
Roland scurried across the dining room, slipped the
trays out of the toasters, poured the crumbs into a bag
concealed within his baggy trousers, the opening cleverly
disguised as an extra pocket, and departed as
as he had arrived.
Off to the nursing home, to clean up the crumbs after
the morning tea there... quality crumbs, they were.
Then home, to repackage them all as "Sustainable
Breadcrumbs" and sell them to organic supermarkets and
"clean eating" stores, as a premium product.