Empty cages.

At one time, these cages were once untarnished by doubt and time. They believed that within themselves they would find truth unlocked and waiting. If only their keys could be found.

And it was during this time of uncertainty, in their locked state if you will, did they carry on with such a gleeful look and longing. For you see, with uncertainty there was room for possibilities.

Sad to say that in their haze of daydreaming they stumbled upon these keys ( Never mind that stumbling usually requires feet). One can imagine the anticipation built up upon opening their locks. And also their horror when finding ..well..absolutely nothing.

Or at least, that is what one would expect. Instead they looked to each other and simply sighed. Perhaps a part of them already knew.

"Well" one said, "at least we know. Shall we have tea?"
" I suppose", sighed the other. But as she looked down she realized how cracked their cups were. They couldn’t possibly hold any tea . "Our cups.” she said still looking at them, “they are as useless as we are."
"Nonsense, logic doesn’t apply to tea." She felt very sure of herself when saying this. Didn’t the other realize that their cups have always been so?
"Logic applies to everything!"
"Then you may have logic, and I shall have tea."