And here's another one! Thanks to all the people who reviewed, especially those who gave me some advice. Wow! I can't believe I have over 20 reviews! I was expecting only about 5! I have no reviews for my other story though… sigh… I guess I'll have to keep working on it. Please give me more reviews, and I'll actually try to reply to some of them!
This story isn't really supposed to be funny. It might be, but I wasn't trying t make it funny. I was just writing down a random idea that popped into my head. So please, no flames saying that it wasn't very funny. Also, the stuff in italics is the song; the other stuff is the story part.
Iroh loves tea. Any kind of tea, especially Ginseng tea. He was now heading toward his room, where he had his own ceramic teapot. This was his favorite teapot. It was the one decorated in red and gold, covered in designs from various Pai Sho tiles. Iroh was really quite attached to his teapot. He walked down the hallway of the ship, humming to himself as he went.
I'm a little teapot, short and stout.
He walked into his room. "Where's my favorite little teapot?" he asked, and stopped short. His screech could be heard throughout the entire ship. 5 guards came running to his room, to find Iroh kneeling on the floor in front of the remains of his beloved teapot.
Here is my handle, here is my spout.
It lay on the floor, shattered into a million pieces. The handle and the spout where pretty much intact, but that was all. Iroh stood over his teapot and cried, "Oh, my poor teapot, how could this happen to you?" After a little while, he stood up and said to the guards, "My teapot deserves a proper burial at sea." After helping him gather up all the pieces, the guards stood by as Iroh said a few words for his favorite teapot. "This was the best and most loyal teapot I have ever had the pleasure of owning." They dumped the teapot remains into the sea, and Iroh went back to his room.
When I get all steamed up, then I shout,
It had been a week since the destruction of the teapot, and Iroh was still mourning his loss. The crew had tried everything to cheer him up, but nothing was working: Pai Sho, firebending, even Ginseng tea just made him sadder. The crew had finally decided to do something about it, something tat was bound to work. Two weeks later, after much searching, the crew gathered around Iroh as Lt. Lee handed him a package. Iroh unwrapped it to reveal… his teapot! "Do you know how hard it was to find an exact replica of that teapot? We had to search 14 different marketplaces!" Lt. Lee pointed out. Iroh just stood there and hugged his teapot. "I'll never let anything happen to you again, I promise!" Iroh promised his new favorite teapot. Now, Iroh thought, time for some tea!
Tip me over and pour me out!
Well, I seem to use a lot of nursery rhymes and stories. If anyone knows any other food-related songs, poems, or stories, please tell me!
