|The house was quiet and it was cold and misty outside. It was time for my morning tea break. I put the kettle on in the kitchen and walk into the other room. As I walked towards the china cabinet to retrieve the teapot I realized it was gone!|
|The pink cherry blossom depression glass plates glisten. To the right Grandma's porcelain ladies looked like they were engaged in conversation.|
|One teacup almost seemed to blush...hmmm.|
| The creamers and sugar bowls looked so sweet.|
Just then the kettle started to whistle. Softy at first then louder and louder!