A Cinnamon Crust Discovery

I scrambled straight past the tall wicker umbrella stand and trotted into the kitchen! A rich, buttery warmth was drifting from the polished counter. Climbing up a wooden stool, I peered near the stainless steel toaster and spotted a tiny toasted crust resting on a striped paper napkin. I scooped it up in both plush paws, feeling its warm, crunchy edges. One gentle nibble filled the air with sweet cinnamon sugar! Chuckling softly, I set the little crust upright against a glass honey jar like a golden trophy.