THE COFFEE MACHINE

It had taken him many weeks of doing the exercises before he was small enough to climb inside the coffee machine, but he thought it had paid off. He made himself a beautiful, soft bed out of the grounds and some old filter papers. He lived on piping hot coffee and vegetable skins he collected from the counter every morning. He lacked only one thing. So he decided to collect some grounds and moistened them into a soft sludge. Carrying the mixture up through the machine in his palms, he brought it to a very thin pipe he had found at the top. He patted the sludge carefully into the aperture of the pipe and around the rim, experimenting until he had just the right amount. He found that he was able to fuck the pipe quite satisfactorily. After a minute he thought he heard a gurgling sound, but never saw the water coming.