A spirited discussion was taking place in the kitchen.
A spate between the spoons and the forks was threatening to make the butter knives leave the drawer in search of a more peaceful place.
Everyone seemed on edge.
Then a pot called a kettle black. Well, that did it! The two banged into each other and sent the plates and coffee cups flying off the counter. This moment had been building up since they moved in a month ago.
The copper kettle started causing trouble the first night there. In no uncertain terms the kettle informed the pots, pans, dishes, silverware, glasses, and cups – that it ruled the kitchen.
The human used the kettle five times more than he did pots or pans. A bachelor, he didn’t like to cook. But he sure enjoyed his tea.
This self-appointed status largely went unchallenged for weeks, with only occasional grumbling coming from the pots in the lower cupboard. The pans were pretty low-key and stayed out of the brewing feud.
Brooding one day, one of the pots decided to break all the rules. Again. That damn kettle was insufferable. When the human got home the pot intended to have a few words with him. It was early morning.
The human stumbled into the kitchen, stretched, and yawned. Then the pot asked him to open the cupboard door. Without even giving it a second thought, the human opened the door and stared dumbly inside.
When the police arrived after the 911 call, a neighbor reported hearing screams inside. They entered the house and found a man dead on the kitchen floor. He had cuts and bruises all over his body. It looked like the kitchen imploded.
The kitchen drawers and cupboards were emptied of their contents. Curiously, nothing was broken. Everything was gathered up and put in a box after the police were finished examining every piece.
A year later the police department held a sale of unclaimed items with the proceeds going to a local charity. One of the first things to sell was a big box of kitchenware. Everything from pots and pans to a copper kettle.
The happy couple were just starting out, and they needed everything for their new home. That night voices came from the kitchen.
“You two ignore each other,” a pair of coffee mugs warned the pot and the kettle, “or we’re going to end up in that damn box again.”
As It Stands, I’m dedicating this story to Alfred Hitchcock, a master at throwing a wicked twist into a story.