Large bright Kitchen rested from the work day. A plate lined system in the cosy cupboard locker. Sink bathed in cool water. Refrigerator invited all products to be in their seats and stared coldly at the tablecloth, which rocked under the warm sun, on the rope swing.
Only the glasses discussed the previous day and jingled his sides. It turns out that in their opinion, they did not pay enough attention. On this day in the house was a holiday. All called on him, but they are not. Even the Pan with the white hat called. The pan with cast Iron handle.
"And you saw that the Makers brought these mugs? They laughed at us.
The glasses didn't go away and were very noisy. From this ringing woke up I was sleeping Faucet.
"Hey, glasses? They all had a difficult day, and you rest. Let us respect each other.
We have not shown respect, we are not called, we are angry, continued to Express outrage Glasses.
At this time, in the house made dried the Cloth, and she joined in the conversation.
You glasses are very young, and therefore do not understand.
"Who understands? added Crane
"Exactly, " continued the Tablecloth.
"So, tomorrow is a new day, and perhaps you will understand that was not offended by that. The glasses looked strange on a beautiful, lace Tablecloth and, as if believing she had quieted.
The next day the sun shone all day in the sky, and all eyes looked at the ground. From this the house was hot. The glasses were filled with water. By evening they were so umalis that he had fallen asleep without noise and conversations.
In the morning the Kitchen woke up, and woke up with her grown-up glasses, which looked at the mugs have different eyes.
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