Brave Little Toasters-Maya Creamer

       I'm sleeping on Maya's desk, as I usually do, when suddenly, I hear her come into the room. She sits down at the desk, rattling it a little as she leans against the wood surface. I feel my self slowly, ever so slowly beginning to roll across the surface of the desk, picking up speed as I twist. Just as I'm beginning to get dizzy, she stops the seemingly endless spiral, and places me back in my favorite spot, at the top right corner of the desk. Just as I'm beginning to drift off again, I'm suddenly propelled across the room by a paw that seems to appear out of nowhere, and I hit the floor with a clatter. I'm then pushed across the floor, and bounce off the wall, flying and spinning uncontrollably before becoming lodged in a crack in the floor. Through the rushing sound of my quickening heartbeat and the haze of an oncoming headache, I hear Maya say, "Silly Katniss, I need that pencil!" Her footsteps create a small earthquake, causing the throbbing pain in my head to intensify. She picks me up, and places me back on the table. After rustling around for a minute, she again grasps me in her hand, and I feel myself tilt, until I'm completely upside down. She lowers my head to touch her paper, and begins to write. The friction between my head and the paper, along with the rush of blood to my head, adds yet another layer to the intense pain in my brain. I scream, "Stop! You're hurting me!", but all that comes out is a low squeak. Maya stops writing, and wonders aloud, "Why is this pencil so squeaky, Katniss?" If only she knew the ordeal I had just been through!