I've Heard of manna, but this is ridiculous

I’ve heard of manna, but this is ridiculous.

There we were sitting in our living room having a great visit talking about church planting with some great friends, Paul and Wanda and Anne-Charlotte to be exact, when suddenly – WHUMPH – there was this unmistakable loud sound of something rather large striking our living room window. So I hesitantly opened the patio door and looked out on our balcony, and lo and behold, there was what turned out to be a loaf of some kind of raisin bread in smattered across the cement. You could see the grease mark where it had hit the window. It was a surreal moment.

This begs the question: why did this loaf land on our balcony? What did we do to incur the wrath of this pastry? And last, but not least, where did this loaf launch from?

There are several obvious possibilities:

1. This loaf is actually a landing craft for some alien being that lives or travel through space, in dough, and the dough cooked into bread upon entering our atmosphere. What we thought were raisins were actually the fried remains of these extra-terrestrial creatures that had come to invade earth.

2. An Air Canada passenger, tired of poor in-flight service and lousy airline food threw his dinner portion out the window of the aircraft, thus causing the load to fall on to our balcony. This person must have been a cleaver fellow because I’ve never been able to figure out how to get the windows on those planes to roll down.

3. A commuting crow from Burnaby was flying home from work in the west end with a large morsel of bread and either lost his grip on it, or was attacked in mid-flight by another jealous and ravenously hungry crow, and ended up loosing his lunch on our balcony. Oh well, at least that is better than what they usually drop on our balcony…

4. A neighbor on one of the upper floors of the Taylor tower was baking and the raisin loaf she / he made was stuck to the pan. In their struggle to release the loaf, they inadvertently lost their grip on it and it went sailing across their kitchen, out their patio door, over their balcony railing, falling across Taylor Street and landed – WHUMPH – on our balcony. An alternate scenario is that after tasting their loaf they thought they could dispose of it by throwing it at us. Or maybe it was some kind of gift…

If you have ever had a loaf land suddenly – WHUMPH – on your balcony, or indeed, any incident similar to this, like a loaf of whole wheat, or even a muffin of sorts, I would love to hear about it. Perhaps you have heard of this kind of event, or have a logical explanation that I haven’t thought of yet, I would like to hear out it. Please enter your comments and let me know.