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A Day In The Life Of A Toaster. |
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The toaster woke early today, some one was up and about. he looked around and saw the woman of the house, she was bussling around. she placed two slices of bread into the toaster and pushed the button. the woman went to the fridge and grabbed the butter, then into a draw and got a knife. oh how the toaster wished he was a fridge. how they got used all day long, and they were always cool. he hated being a toaster, it was always hot, cold, hot, cold, and then nothing until the next day. the toast poped up, and the woman took and buttered it. she eat it quickly then put on her coat and ran out the door when she heard a horn. oh how the toaster loved that noise, he couldn't make any noise, only the snap when the toast popped up. he wished he could make a noise. an hour later the man of the house got up, he put water in the coffee pot and turned it on. he looked at the old toaster and frowned. after the coffee was made he drank his cup and he to left. oh how the toaster envied the coffee pot, for it was new and shinny. the toaster wished he was new, but there was nothing he could do about any of his wishes. so he went to sleep again. several hours later the man came home, he had a box inside a bag with him. he sat it on the counter and went into another room. the bag slipped down off the box and the toaster looked at the box, it was a new toaster, it was shinny, it played music like a radio, and it could be used the make more then toast. the toaster felt sad, he got all his wishes, but he also lost his home. when the man came back in the toaster was on the floor. "how did you get down there?" he said picking it up, then saw the bag had fallen off the new toaster box, he shook his head, and put the toaster back on the counter, he took the new toaster out of the room. the women showed up back home her hair was done up nice, she went into the other room. when she came back she was followed by the man carrying the box only it was wrapped up. they were both dress nice, as they were going to a wedding. the toaster sighed in relief, when they were gone again. now he wished he had never mad his wishes and that they would never come true, cuz as bad as his life seemed it would be worse if he lost his home.
 AzmonSierra · Wed Apr 25, 2007 @ 04:24pm · 0 Comments |
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