A miniature disagreement

"Say the word and I would take you to the ends of the earth to-morrow."
"Oh, do, do! Let's go to Rome!"

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Cheese-grater, Spatula and Tongs were best friends in Mrs Choppingboard's junior senior class. They had heaps of fun together and hung out together every lunchtime. However, Mrs Choppingboard had an unfortunate habit of making the young utensils work in pairs. Whenever this happened, one of the friends would have to pair up with another utensil.

It was now June and thus far Cheese-grater had somehow managed to pair up with either Spatula or Tongs all year without ever having to find another partner, so when Mrs Choppingboard announced the newest assignment, "Colour in the picture of Wok at the beach", Spatula and Tongs agreed to work together.

Cheese-grater was most unhappy when she heard this.
"No," she said, "You can go with me, Tongs."
"We've already decided," said Spatula, irate.
"But Tongs would rather work with me, wouldn't you?" said Cheese-grater.
"No she wouldn't."
"Yes she would."
"Tongs, who do you want to work with?" said Spatula.
Poor Tongs clinked a little under the force of their glares and muttered, "Spatula."
Spatula smiled; the matter was settled.

"OI, KETTLE," yelled Cheese-grater. "Spatula needs a partner, could you pair up with her?"
"What!" exclaimed Spatula indignantly, but Kettle beamed. She hadn't had a partner since the incident where she had accidentally sat on Plastic-Fork. Kettle lumbered over happily. She tripped over her extension cord, spilling her contents - recently boiled, 96 degrees Celsius water - onto Cheese-grater, Spatula and Tongs.

[Moral: If you're carrying hot water, don't forget to shout GUAN SOY]

True story with name changes, except for the bit about Kettle's... accidents. haha