Brandon munched on some pretzels. CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH. "Mmmm, these are so good," he said, turning to his brother Jim.
"We just learned about pretzels in school today," Jim mumbled, his mouth full of the crunchy snack.
"Really!" Brandon said, reaching for another handful.
Jim swallowed. "Yeah. It was Pretzel Day today. Miss Graham told us all about them."
"Can you tell me about them?" asked Brandon, popping another pretzel into his mouth.
"Sure, I'll get my notebook," Jim said, reaching into his backpack on the floor beside him. Pulling his notebook onto the table, he flipped to the right page. "Here it is," Jim began. "Soft pretzels were first created in 610 AD by monks in France. One of the monks took some bread dough and twisted it to look like arms folded across your chest. That's how they taught kids to pray. Like this," Jim said, folding his hands across his chest and forming a pretzel shape.
"It does look like a pretzel," said Brandon.
"Yeah! The monks used pretzels to bribe children to learn their Bible lessons."
"I'd learn my lessons if they gave me soft pretzels," said Brandon.
"Me, too," said Jim. "I like the big ones with mustard!"
"Yum!" said Brandon. "Did you learn how hard pretzels were created?"
"We did! The hard crunchy pretzels were created by accident. There are two stories almost exactly alike. One was from way back in the 1500s. The other was from the 1800s. I like the older story better. It's more exciting!"
"Then tell that one!" said Brandon.