" Danny woke up the next day feeling a little off. Not bad, exactly, not unsettled the way he had been the previous morning on the bus, just . . . off. He went down to breakfast and found his mother snoring into her coffee. Danny’s dad was away on a business trip, and Danny’s mother did not do mornings well. Toast. Toast seemed like a good idea. He slid some bread into the toaster. “Zzz . . . zz . . . "

― Ursula Vernon , Curse of the Were-wiener (Dragonbreath, #3)