Brave Little Toaster-Zac Byrd

Going to the grocery, which happens to be about a million times as big as me was an adventure.  I first had to cross the bridge of terror and continued my journey through the forest.  A forest infested with dinosaurs and little green men wielding large guns.  I only received a couple scrapes from barreling through ongoing foliage.  But once I reached the end I was warmed inside and out by the sun.  I can only see miles and miles of the brown tundra ahead of me.  And at the end, I see a glimmer of hope, the grocery store.  I feel like a speeding bullet going across that tundra but I just seem to tire out too quickly.  I take a quick break to get re-energized by taking a nap and cooling off.  Once awake I take off again for the grocery when suddenly a hand reaches down from the sky and picks me up.  I try to go faster and roar loudly to draw attention but nobody is around.   Suddenly the hand seems to listen hear my thoughts and puts me down right in front of the grocery.  I park all 480 horsepower of my shiny, red self into my weekly parking spot.  The route to arrive at the grocery is always rough, but it’s nothing a tough, hot wheels Ferrari like myself can’t handle.