Tin can and clay pot

There are two jars in the royal dining room of the palace, one is iron and the other is pottery. The king especially likes clay pots because the clay pots are particularly beautiful, and the patterns are particularly colorful and colorful. The cans are gray all over the body, so the pots are very proud and often fall off the cans.

"Can you give something to the king? My iron can!" asked the pottery arrogantly. The iron can replied: "Of course not, my good brother." "I know you can't, big fool!" the pottery said, with a scornful look, "I know you won't admit, because the queen likes you, often used You come to something! But we are still in different grades." "Although, you are right." Tin can, "but we are still in a grade, because we are all used to hold things, then say ......" "Shut up!" The pottery jar no longer cares about the tin can.

One day, there was a miniature earthquake in the palace. The things in the palace were shaking. The pots and pots were like the trampoline. One was taller than the one, only listening to the sound of the cymbals. On the ground, broken. The tin can always stay in the imperial kitchen.