Breakfast Shift on the Counter

I heard a loud metallic crunch and marched straight across the kitchen counter to investigate! Two giant slices of bread were sitting inside a shiny silver toaster, just waiting for expert supervision. I hopped over a ceramic butter dish, planted both feet firmly on the cool granite, and grabbed a tiny wooden toast tong lying nearby. With both plush hands steady on the grip, I leaned in to keep a watchful eye on the bread slots. Ready, set, toast! A good fry cook never leaves a station unattended!