The humans have been married for mumbledy-something years. (Doesn’t matter. Humans are like mayflies compared to the Jotnar and Aesir, so keeping count is laughable.) For their wedding, all those years ago, they received a set of nice, dark green kitchen canisters. If you ask me, they’re the nicest things in the whole house.
Imagine, then, my dismay when the human female, with her usual ape-ish butter-handedness, dropped a heavy mug out of the cabinet right onto the sugar canister, which was my favorite.
I’m so mad I can’t see straight. I didn’t even have the fun of watching her die slowly and agonizingly of intestinal perforations, because she found all the micro-slivers of ceramic in the sugar and threw the whole sticky mess out.
They don’t make them anymore. Now, unless the human male gets lucky on ebay or something, I’m going to have to look at a set of mismatched kitchenware, and it will annoy the daylights out of me. Believe me, she deserves everything she suffers at my hands, and more.