Four Chocolates to Savour

Hmm, quite a crowd this evening, she thought. Bianca and Celestina, the china teapots were there with their two sets of brilliant-white and baby-blue young. Yes, they made two decent families, that worked day and night, serving the finest Indian tea to the choosiest of clients…Lately, however, Bianca had developed a tray phobia: she kept feeling terribly airsick whenever the waiters boarded her on one, so that at the end of each day, poor Bianca ended up on the shelf feeling utterly miserable, while Celestina took over, tucked the white cups and saucers into the cupboard and read them a bedtime story. Now wasn’t this night’s meeting agenda about to pay justice to Mimmo’s hard workers like Bianca ?! Definitely so, thought Lola. Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a deep, blasting burp coming out of Othello the Oven’s dark, abyssal mouth, only to be followed by a long, infernal, orange flame that passed Mimmo’s red and green, I-Love-Venice apron by an inch, so that the furious boatman on the printed gondola decided to call it a day and rowed away to only God knows where.