Write four lines of prose about: the jackal.
Bakery was more of the same today, just two loaves to put in the freezer, along with four croissants. Spring break is starting for schools here in BC tomorrow, so we'll see if things manage to sell all the way out.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I really enjoy working at the bakery. We're friends in the back, always laughing and having a good time together. And the vast majority of customers are happy and appreciative of the goods for sale.
Plus we get to listen to whatever music we want to (within reason during opening hours).
The work can be hard and the hours long, but it's everything else about being there that serves to keep bringing me back, week after week.
I like me life. You go on and judge me all ya like, ya hear? This job suits me just fine, thank ya very much.
Now quit ya gripin' and hand over ya bloody wallet already, yeah?