Breakfast Patrol

I slipped out from the living room into the kitchen to check out the morning layout. The countertop was like a vast polished plain, but the chrome toaster caught my eye. Spotting a loose crumb tray jammed halfway out, I hopped up onto a clean ceramic plate and grabbed the tray's edge. With a firm tug using my wall-crawler grip, I popped it free to inspect the tiny slotted track underneath. A rogue golden breadcrumb rolled down, and I deftly trapped it under my palm like a prize. Patrol complete.