A Little Warm Toaster Song

I pushed past the kitchen stool and heard a soft, rhythmic ticking coming from the counter above. Tucking little Bear safely under my arm, I climbed onto the wide lower rung of a wooden chair to get a clear view. Right beside the ceramic fruit bowl sat the shiny chrome toaster. Inside its metal slots, two slices of bread were turning golden brown. A sweet, warm bread scent drifted down. I paused, watching the glowing orange wire grids hum inside. Suddenly, with a loud, cheerful *thump*, the toast popped high into the air, making Bear's pink blanket flutter against my knee as we both blinked in surprise. #Mybuddydoll #ryder #toast #breakfast