The teakettle puffed out its chest and boasted:
"All pots have such pungent odors. They reek of things that have been cooked in them. Only we teakettles are odorless, pure."
An old pot sent flying a sizzling droplet of the kettle's head and retorted, "See how he tilts his crooked nose. What else can he do, this hero, but spout empty steam? Yes, you have no odor because you are tasteless - you boil nothing but plain water."
Moral: To be faultless signifies little.
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