ONE DAY WE HAD TEA A FRIEND AND ME.

A CUP OF HOT TEA I PLACED BEFORE HIM ALONG WITH HOMEMADE SCRONES. BUT HE SAID THIS TEA IS TOO HOT FOR ME I SAID I GET ANOTHER RIGHT AWAY HE WAS NOT BEING MEAN TO ME HE JUST WANTED TEA.

I REAPPEARED IN WINK A CUP OF COOLER TEA I PRODUCED RIGHT QUICK BUT HE SAID THIS IS TOO COLD TO PUT UPON MY TONGUE. I SAID I GET ANOTHER RIGHT AWAY HE WAS NOT BEING MEAN TO ME HE JUST WANTED TEA.

I HEATED THE TEA HE SAID IT WILL HAVE TO DO BUT THESE SCRONES ARE CHEWY AND YOU ONLY GAVE ME TWO. I SAID I GET ANOTHER RIGHT AWAY HE WAS NOT BEING MEAN TO ME HE JUST WANTED TEA.

I HURRIED TO THE KITCHEN AND PUT TOGETHER MY BEST BATCH TO PRODUCE SUCH SCRONES THAT WOULD KNOCK HIS TASTEBUDS FLAT I SET THEM BEFORE HIM STACK HIGH UPON A SILVER TRAY HE SAID THESE ARE TOO FATTENING AND WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU POLISHED YOUR TRAY.

THROUGH SEETHING ANGER I KNEW VERY WELL THAT HE WAS NOT PURPOSELY BEING MEAN THAT HE JUST WANTED TEA. I NEVER DREW THE LINE I NEVER SAID ENOUGH, ENOUGH THIS WAS ALL UNNECESSARY JUST BECAUSE HE WANTED TEA. -by Stan Lewis