My adventures with my brother Kaput
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I came from a large family where I learned from a young age to stand up for myself. When bannock was cooked and served it was a fight to the stretch to get one small piece. If you didn't get it you went hungry for the rest of the day. As a result of us acting like a pack of wolves, my brother got his nickname, Kaput. As the youngest and the weakest, he never got any bannock.
