I couldn’t believe it either… my morning piece of toast had come alive and was about to bite me instead of me biting it!!

It’s teeth were sharper than a tiger sharks, its eyes as black as Christmas coal.

The blood red in its mouth as red as.. well .. blood.

I wiped the sleep from my eyes. But now the evil slice of toast, now thicker that a loaf of rye bread was lunging closer to my neck again.

Thinking quickly I grabbed the evil toast and shoved it back in the toaster oven and closed the door tight.
I watched as the toast darkened to a crisp.
I removed the charred toast and tossed its remains in the garbage disposal.

I opened up a box of Pop Tarts. Then I took a quick bite remembering someone, somewhere telling me a tale of Pop Tarts being evil.
Tomorrow I vowed to sleep till lunchtime and have a sandwich.