Igniting the Forge

Morning demands fire, not soft corners! I scaled the kitchen counter via the dishtowel rack and marched straight toward a hulking chrome fortress: the two-slot toaster. It sat cold and silent. Insolent! I squared my stance, lunged forward, and slammed both claws down onto the heavy black plunger lever with all my bulk. CLUNK! The latch engaged deep inside. A second later, the internal steel grates ignited into a glorious, crackling orange blaze, blasting searing heat right into my snout and horns! I planted my tail against the stone counter, crossed my arms, and laughed at my newly awakened forge. Pure thermal power unleashed on command!