Paddock to Plate Trail

Little Thunder looked at his breakfast. "Where does all this food come from?"

"Let's follow the trail," said Suzy.

First stop, the hen house. The hens laid warm brown eggs. "Eggs go to the kitchen to be cooked," said Spike.

Next, the beehives. The bees buzzed around the gum blossoms. "Bees make honey," said Suzy. "The farmer spins it out of the honeycomb and pours it into jars."

Then the orchard. Rosy apples hung from the trees. "Pick, wash, munch!" laughed Little Thunder.

At the dairy, Canberra the cow gave fresh milk. "It gets cooled and put into bottles," she said.

In the wheat paddock, golden grain swayed in the breeze. "Wheat is ground into flour," said Spike, "and flour is baked into bread."

Back at the table, Little Thunder looked at his toast with honey, his apple and his glass of milk.

"Every bite has a story," said Suzy.

"Thank you, hens, bees, trees, wheat and Canberra!" said Little Thunder. Then he ate every crumb.