Bleary eyed, he shuffles into the. He sleeps and is coming down the stairs wearing his ordinary stripy blue and red pajamas and gray slippers. kitchen. He is alone. Or is he?
"Morning!" Says the fridge. Donald mumbles incoherently. "Open me, open me!" Blurts the cooker. The fridge says: "He will not open you, silly! He wants milk for his coffee.
Cooker: "he opened me first yesterday".
Fridge: "no he did not"
"Shhh!" Said Don. "I just woken up. Just be quiet." He then goes to the cupboard, takes out a pack of cookies and opens them.
"Hey, turn me on big boy!" Sons the sleek new pale yellow kettle. Don obliges. As he does so, some crumbs from the pack of cookies spill onto it. "Sorry", says Don.
'I' m warm up for you. 'Don, I'm in the short - lived silence that you, Don collects his thoughts about the day ahead. "It is too much! She is # 39; s being trouble and bothering Donald." The kettle says to the fridge: "Hey. Keep cool" .
All conversation stops and there are Don and his inanimate friends as they all fix themselves on the fly killer machine above the door. Don had purchased the Insectocutor at http: // www.eeeee.co.uk. When he received it he was impressed by this sturdy, solid, well-constructed machine. Such a contrast to the flimsy plastic fly killers that, well ... could not kill a fly. It is the end of spring and this first the fly in the kitchen since last fall - and the first big test for the fly killer machine.
"The Liq-uid-at-or-or!" Or the "Term-in-at-Egypt" The insectocutor is actually quite timid and is usually very quiet.
Will not be impressed? Will not be impressed? None of them want to end up like the old kettle He was been quiet on the replacement. The new kettle had not lived though the winter where the insector just had the odd moth to deal with and that was about all. He had been quite depressed really when he saw all the other kitchen appliances busy doing their work when he was actually unemployed. He had to witness the old kettle working herself to death while he just did nothing.
There he is, beaming out the ultra violet rays from his lamp, trying to attract the fly & # 39; s attention. The fly is by hovering over the cooker who says "go away you disease-ridden creature!"
"Shut up!" Says the fly. "I 'm going to see you." Fly then lets out a sinister chuckle. "Anybody want some germs? Ha ha! Any food lying around?" He then hovers over the She says: "Do not come near me." She then remembers that she is covered with cookie crumbs. The fly is till hovering. His gaze falls upon a He quickly looks up. He quickly looks up. He hesitate, he notices something that he noticed when he first entered the room: a hint - a reflection - of irresistible ultra violet light. He looks down again at He hovers closer, then darts up, then back and even closer still. He has found his meal.
Kettle: "I do not want your germs! Go away!"
Fly: "You are so ungrateful! You are so ungrateful! I have probably be sick over you into the bargain - that & # 39; s what we flies do".
"Argh!" Says the Kettle, who is quite bothered and agitated. She tries to get as hot as possible in order to repel the fly, but she is certainly warm, and this joins the fly even more.
He season it. There is is, shining brightly above the door that he came in. He stares at it. The Insectocutor shines his lamp for all it & # 39; s worth. He concentrates as hard as he can on luring the fly.
"Come on fly," says the Insectocutor, "come to me".
The fly looks down at the cookie crumbs on the kettle, and then looks back up to the enticing uv light, then down again.
He gives his dictict: "I & # 39; ll be back, kettle, I & # 39; ll be back. Oh, and remember that I will have a nasty little present for you. He knows that he can not resist the glare of the ultra violet lamp any longer. He flies towards the cooker, fridge, toaster, kettle and all the other kitchen appliances: "see you soon suckers!"
As he flies towards him, the fly addresses the insectocutor: "And what kind of device are you? You are very very attractive with your ultra violet light.
Insectocutor: "Welcome, fly"
Fly: "You are actually welcoming me? You mug!"
All the kitchen appliances and its one human occupant are fixed on this spectacle. Then the fly closures in the insectocutor. In this instant he realizes his folly. His disrespect for the insectocutor is replaced by a realization that this is only in an instant - a fraction of a second. sizzle is heard as the fly falls down dead into the insectocutor & # 39; s catch tray.
This was the Insectocutor 's first kill. His normal quiet and reserved manner yields to a well of emotion as he pronounces: "When I kill flying insects, I make sure their bodies fall into the catch tray. I am clean and hygienic "
After this triumphant speech there is a moment 's silence. Then Don gives the insectocutor a round of applause and the fridge, cooker and toaster all offer their congratulations. The kettle boils over at that very point in time and gives out a loud As he leaves his astonishment of has delivered a very handsome friend in the insectocutor. Don is very pleased to get back to his ordinary kind of day. muses on how satisfied he is with his new insectocutor fly killer and knows that he will have a good meeting at work today knowing that his kitchen is being protected from those nasty flies.
