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"Talking Toaster"
June 13th, 2009

Chapter 1

"Ding" I went. Opps I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Talking Toaster. Every mornign toast is put in to me and then taken out later. I am supose to heat up the toast every morning. I live on the kitchen counter. Meanwhile my owner was buttering her toast. Every-single morning she does that. I mean single every morning. It is really anoying. The toaster gets e oily. I hate baths and washes with cold water and bathsoap. The toast gets very greasy like a french fried pan.

Chapter 2

Today the newspaper was laid out on the kitchen counter. On the second page of the newspaper on bold words it said that buttered toast is bad for the toaster. My onwer butters toast every-day. I was shocked. On my way to to the freezer. The kitchen knife was out it was headed to be put back in to the drawer. I was right all these years.

Chapter 3

After I put away the knife away. I went to the freezer. Butter had a wicked grin. I was ready for my plan tomorrow. Tomorrow was the perfect day to do it. Toaday morning was the perfect time to do it whille my onwer put got dress for work. I burnt the toast today. Today is going to be fun. The toast cooked. I over cooked it it turned brown to black. My owner was unsatisfiey with the toast. But she left the house.

Chapter 4

The next day came and went like yesterday. My owner was very mad. I could not believe my eyes. She was red as a tomato. She was also hungrey as a bear. Toast toaday was black as coal. Toaday I hear her mubble today I am going to put the toast in the microwave instead. I guess she had learn her lesson. Buttered toast is not good for me anyways. She had not paid attention for me all these years. My experiences was a blast. Today later in the evening my owner had washed me good with detergent and warm water. Celebration had never been as good. I do hope my life will be normal and much better soon. It will be a lunxary. Wait Sweet as Suger will be life if there is no buttered toast on me.