A young electron stands in his generator. It just so happens that today is this young electron's birthday. Though it was millions, even billions, of years ago since he came into being, it is only today he will be given a name! Let's call him John. Now, John had gone on many a journey before, however this is decidedly the most important. Today, John will make toast.

John files into a line of electrons. They all look the same to him, but then again, to other electrons, he probably looks like everyone else too. This particular line of electrons is heading towards the Strider residence, where they will be used in the preparation of a delicious, toasty breakfast food. The journey officially starts as John squeezes into the wire, and is given a boost in energy by a transformer. He runs like tis for a long time, helped by the power of the transformer. After what seems like an eternity, but in reality is a few minutes, John enters the suburban area in which the Strider residence is situated.

Another transformer slows John down, making sure he doesn't overload any circuits. He slides up another wire, and into the body of the toaster. Suddenly, the metal changes. It becomes harder for John to move through. This metal is resistant. He pushes, and pushes, and pushes, but only moves forward a little. He expends a lot of energy, causing the heating element to glow red-hot. The toast starts to become the perfect golden brown, and John exits the toaster. Shortly after, the completed breakfast pops out, only to be deftly caught by Bro Strider. Bro throws the toast to his brother, Dave, who puts it in his mouth and runs out the door. He's going to be late for school if he doesn't hurry.

John watches all of this happen from his place in the wire. He feels a surge of pride well up in his metaphorical chest, because, of course, electrons do not have chests. Even so, he feels as though he's made a great accomplishment. He's helped someone through their daily routine. He knows that he may never get a chance like this again! This feat is truly something to be proud of. John looks up at the blue sky, still running in his line of electron friends, and sighs. He knows he will never forget the fateful day he made toast for the Strider household.