The kettle was bouncing along with a teacup balanced precariously on its lid. Sliding to a halt, it looked around before navigating carefully down steps, around doors, between feet.
With a quick snap, it propelled the cup upwards, which tumbled down and landed upright, causing the kettle to give a smug toot. With great care, it poured tea into the cup and then regarded the sleeping form of Kali.
Then with another toot, it bounced off again back to the kitchen.
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The inimical is often more instructive than the benign. Between screams, try to pay attention.
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