Drama. by Jessica Patterson
Intro: It was dark in the Browne's kitchen and as always the tea-pot and the kettle were at it again. while on the shelf earlier that day something had triggered an argument. This of course led to the usual bragging of the tea-pot. At this point we enter the scene.  

 

 

 

Tea-pot: Huh! Its obvious that those humans favor me over you. I am the highlight of their morning. They are always happy to see me in the morning as I always greet them with a beautiful smile. You barely get used at all.

Kettle: Beautiful Smile!! Give me a break. That smoggy nozzle of yours couldn't smile better than road kill. You might be used in the morning, but I, my steaming friend, boil water to warm their cold feet at night. Try to beat that.

Tea-pot: I wouldn't dream of even trying to be like you. your filthy and ever so unhygienic. I help the humans to be sophisticated. As I have (silently) advised, they often sit down to TEA with their companions. You are to dirty to even go near the tap. She fainted at the smell of you last time.

Kettle: Me filthy!! Look at the  Tea-pot calling the Kettle black.