Teapot

I love my Teapot. She is always giving me tea. Like every day.

Teapot

I say “she” because, besides her pleasant appearance, there is something about her relationship to Kettle which seems rather feminine.

Kettle, who is the masculine one, does the hard physical labor of going to fetch the water and enduring the heat of the stove—all so he can selflessly deposit the hot water into Teapot.

Teapot receives this hot water because she also has the tea-leaves inside her. After a short gestation period, it is finished:

Tea

And then I eat their baby. Okay, I guess that’s where the metaphor ends…