• Why, kitchen sink, why? Why did he have to die? Why, why, why?" Said the child standing over the body of his dear old dad who just drank the last drop of water he ever had. And the boy continued "Why, why, why? Why did you let him die? I'm sorry , kitchen sink, I don't mean to pry, But I'd like it if you told me why you let him die."

    The kitchen sink looked the boy straight in the eye. While his handles were wet, his conscience was dry. He told the boy,

    "I'll tell you why, since you pry. I was sick and tired of him using my innards to fill his kettles and jars, so I took out my innards and replaced them with tar, though I never intended to take it this far."

    The Boy was not satisfied, so he let out a frustrated sigh and he yet again asked the kitchen sink "Why, why, why? Why did he have to die?"

    The kitchen sink responded, though his patience was deteriorating by and by,
    "I'll tell you why, since you sigh. I was sick and tired of him pouring my innards over his boils, so I took out my innards and replaced them with oil, though I never intended to make his body coil."

    The Boy took out a handkerchief and into it he cried "But why? Why did you let him die? Again, I mean not to pry, but why did you let him die?"