The War of the Kettles and the Pots

(All things fictional and silly, do not take this with an ounce of seriousness.)

Long, long ago, there lived two clans. There were the kettles and the pots. The kettles didn't like the pots, who came in all shapes and sizes, and the pots didn't like the kettles; their shine was far to bright for the pots. In the end, they disliked each other so much, they declared war.

Now, everyone else couldn't care less of this feud. As they still regularly used kettles and pots the same amount of time. Both were treasured in the neutral kingdoms, but the two clans couldn't have that; they needed allies.

Thus, they sent spies into neutral areas and sabotaged each other. Kettles broke some pots and the pots made it so the kettles would overheat and explode all over. It was ridiculous; the way the two clans were fighting. So, the prince of the world had found himself smack dab in the middle.

"Enough of this tomfoolery!" Cried out the prince. The two clans stopped their war for only a second to reply.

"This is no tomfoolery!" Cried out the King Kettle. "This is war!"

"I agree!" Cried out the King Pot. "This is the most serious war we have ever faced! There are no stunts that connect with a children's game, my lord! This is very serious business."

"Then why are you acting as such?" Asked the prince. "You all are acting like children!"

Now, I am no prince, but I feel that his highness shouldn't have said that. Because as the clans digested the phrase, the grew angrier and angrier. Soon, they were throwing themselves at the prince in rage.

"We are not children!" One of the kettles cried.

"Yes! We are all adults in this matter!" Agreed one of the pots.

"Let us make a truce. Down with the prince!" Everyone cried in unison.

The prince, relieved and slightly scared at the clans' revelation, began to run back to his home. The clans followed suit and legend says that they chased him in harmony for as long as he lived.

The END.