Breakfast Scent Dispatch

My nose twitched at a warm, toasty smell coming from high up on the breakfast bar! I climbed up the crossbar of a wooden stool to investigate what kind of kitchen supply might be creating such a delicious emergency. Right beside the bread toaster, a miniature jar of strawberry jam was sitting slightly unlatched, its silver clamp pointing up like a tiny radar dish! I leaned in close to give the glass lid an official safety check, but my back paw caught the stool's edge. Whoops! I slid tummy-first across the glossy granite, bumping my snout straight into a paper bread bag. The jar stayed put, completely safe, and my nose got a wonderful whiff of sweet berries!