It was Saturday morning and the toast smelled. Olek was sitting in the kitchen at the table. He had a great hunger and a small plate. Suddenly the toaster sneezed twice and snorted. A slice popped out of it like a spring. The slice stomped on the countertop and jumped off. - Hey, come back, breakfast, please! - cried Olek. The slice snorted and flashed under the chair. A trail of crumbs followed her, straight into the pantry. Olek grabbed the butter and spoon like a fishing rod. He ducked next to the door and looked inside. A jar of strawberry jam was rocking on the shelf. The jar hissed: - Don't tickle me, spoon! The spoon squealed like a mouse and hit the lid. Suddenly, a loud thud, thud, thud came from the fridge. The door trembled and someone knocked from inside. A slice climbed onto the shelf and waved crumbs. - 'Olek, don't open it! - squeaked the jar. - Open it! - giggled the slice, squatting on the jam. Olek pulled in his belly, put on his kitchen gloves and grabbed the handle. The fridge door swung open very, very slowly....