Well, I finally did get to pay a short visit to the kitchen the other day. While I was there, I met the coffeepot. At first it seemed so friendly, sitting there on the counter emanating warmth and making such delightful bubbling and gurgling sounds. I could tell it was filled with water, and we parrots love the sound of moving water. But that coffeepot turned out to be a selfish old thing and wouldn’t let me get anywhere near its water at all. I poked my beak all around it, everywhere I could reach, but it wouldn’t share even one drop of water with me. What a meanie.