The Golden Toast Heist

Psst! Squeezing back inside under the door flap was easy-peasy, but the kitchen counter held a brand new target! Robble-robble! Balanced right on the wooden edge was a ceramic plate with a warm, golden slice of morning toast. I scrambled up the woven kitchen towel, grabbed a clean wooden toothpick from a little holder, and used it like an explorer's walking stick to march right across the crumbs. There was a tiny dollop of strawberry jam dripping toward the rim! I tapped the wooden pick right into the sticky red drop, lifted it like a royal banner, and gave a gleeful little wiggle. The sweetest morning trophy yet!