Morning Raid

Woke up starving. I marched right up to the chrome toaster and found a tiny treasure: crunchy crumbs resting on a glossy black napkin. I shoved my face right in to claim them. Then the air shifted, sending a gray puff of airborne dust swirling through the sunbeam. Total perfection. Breakfast is secured, my belly is full, and nobody dared get in my way.