Once upon a time, there was a tea pot.
It sat on a spaceship, sailing through twinkly stars.
The tea pot liked the moon best, because it was round and soft.
Its whistle was a song, echoing in the quiet sky.
Sometimes, the stars listened closely, swirling around it like curious friends.
And whenever the tea pot poured, it spilled whispery thoughts into the universe.
They called it beneficial, these thoughts, but also playful like a starry riddle.