The teakettle puffed its chest and boasted, “All pots have such pungent odors! They reek of that which they cook. Only we teakettles have the good fortune to be odorless.”
An old pot standing nearby spurt a sizzling drop on the kettle’s head and scornfully retorted, “See how he tilts his crooked nose. What else can you do, my great hero, but spout with steam? That is indeed funny! What do you amount to? Yes, you have no door because your contents are tasteless and odorless; you boil nothing but plain water.”
Moral:To be faultless signifies nothing. Life is about what you accomplish.
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