Gemotions

Barnaby hummed a jaunty tune, a little off-key, as he rummaged in his workshop. Sunlight streamed through the dusty window, illuminating the swirling motes of dust dancing in the air. He'd been working on a self-buttering toast machine, a marvel of engineering (in his humble opinion). Now, the patent office had just informed him that a similar device was already patented. He grinned, a wide, mischievous expression.

He skipped over to a workbench cluttered with wires and circuit boards. Today, he’d find a new use for it. Barnaby began to rewire the toast machine. He grabbed a handful of colorful wires. “Butter, be gone,” he muttered, his eyes sparkling with a certain delight.