"What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again!"

The little toaster was graceful and quick, leaping up the trivets as if they were stairs or a street curb. He knew his musicals.

The refrigerator wrapped its handle around the plug, held it there as the toaster happily pranced to its bounds over the glass-smooth polished granite stage.

"I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love"

The blender cried out too late as the plug was whipped out of the socket.