the eras of the bread appeared in front of greta.
"hello, gereta."
"wo are you?!
"I am the ears of the bread which you didn't eat."
"I am rich and I eat onyl something I like."
"Do you like me?"
"no, I don't like the ears of the berad.!"
"yet, the ears of the bread and the other part of it are mede of the same wheat."
"yet the ears are ugly."
"those who cannot save the ears of the bread cannnot save the envionment."