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Short Story: The Mysterious Toaster

I patiently waited while my toast sat in the toaster. Luckily, Dad had been able to fix the toaster that beautiful, Saturday morning before he left to work. While I waited, I walked to the refrigerator to grab the butter. Then I thought to myself “What good is butter and toast without a knife?” But when I opened up the knife drawer, I remembered that since Dad was working on the “misbehaving” toaster, he didn’t have any time to empty the dishwasher. So I went over to the dishwasher and got a nice, shiny, clean knife. Once I got the butter and knife, I went back to the toaster, or where I left the toaster… But when I went back, it wasn’t there! Where it went, I had no clue.

“I’m the only one in the house currently so nobody could have taken it,” I thought to myself. “And I’m positive I left it right here!”

As I retraced my steps, I had the weirdest thought: “What if the toaster grew legs and ran away!” But of course, I knew that could never happen, so I pushed the thought away and pursued my search. Then I heard a noise and noticed that it was only a car door closing, which indicated that Mom was back from the grocery store. She had a good system of going as early in the morning as possible because then nobody would be there.

“Maybe if Mom is feeling up to it, she could join in on the search for the missing toaster,” I thought.

As Mom walked in I asked, “Will you help me look for the missing toaster?”

“The missing what?” she asked in confusion.

“The missing toaster!” I repeated.

Hanging on to every word I said, my Mom carefully listened to me as I restated what had just happened.

And so the search continued!…

We looked everywhere; up, down, all around, in the drawers, in the cupboards, and even in the pantry, as well as where the toaster normally sets. We even looked in the refrigerator! It felt like we had been looking for hours.

Mom finally said, “Let’s take a break and make scrambled eggs instead. It was really just a broken toaster any way.”

Feeling disappointed, I agreed and melancholy walked over to the dishwasher to grab a spatula and pan. As I sauntered over, I heard a soft tink, tink. For a second, I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me because I was hungry, but Mom heard it too. We both paused and then heard it again, tink, tink.

“Do you hear that?” We both whispered at the exact same time.

“It sounded like it was coming from over there,” Mom said as she pointed to the dishwasher.

I, ever so slowly, crept over to the dishwasher and opened it up. I jumped back as my heart thumped. I heard mom gasp too! Right before our eyes was a toaster, jumping out of our dishwasher and bouncing on our counter! In fact, it wasn’t just any toaster, it was our toaster! I had absolutely no clue how it had gotten in the dishwasher, or how it could be jumping?!

I had no clue what was going on, then all of a sudden I heard a “BING!”, and a slice of toast flew out of the jumping toaster and landed perfectly on a plate right next to the butter and knife. Mom and I stood, petrified. We were both confused and in awe.

I walked over to the toast, butter, and knife. I took a bite of the toast and my mouth melted. It was the best toast I had ever had. I looked back to where the jumping toaster was, but it wasn’t there!

Now I really wanted that toaster more than ever! I spent a good portion of the day after that looking for the toaster, but I had no luck.

The next morning I woke up to the good smell of toast and eggs. I got out of bed and followed my nose, and when I got out to the kitchen, there was a big pile of toast. I thought that my Dad or Mom had made it so I went to their bedroom thinking that they were probably just getting ready for the day, but Mom and Dad were just waking up to their noses too.

“Did you make breakfast?” Dad asked me.

“No, I thought you or Mom made it”, I said.

“Well, let’s go see who did,” Mom said as we all walked out of their bedroom.

When we went out to the kitchen you wouldn’t guess what we saw: two pieces of toast flew out of the mysterious toaster that had been missing, and landed on top of a huge pile of toast.

“Oh my goodness” I said, “This is the best toaster ever! It makes breakfast for us!”

Dad, of course, had no clue what was happening, but we sat down and gobbled up all of the toast as I told him what had happened only the day prier.

“Who knew toasters could be so wonderful?” Dad and Mom exclaimed together.

By Grace Gurr

Photo Credits: Homedepot.com

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