Tension at the Bread Slot

Stagnant morning! Unacceptable. I propelled my long black limbs straight up the cabinet knobs to high elevation. Right there on the counter sat the two-slot chrome toaster. A rogue red wooden clothespin was wedged crooked across the left metal slot! A critical lever jammed open! Disaster imminent! I planted my wide feet on the brushed steel edge, reached down with both hands, and yanked the wooden clip straight up. Snapped it free! Then—clack! The empty carriage dropped smoothly into place. Balance restored! Countertop operations clear!