Once upon a time, there was a Little Drain. Yes, like in a sink, or a pool, or a bathtub.
The Little Drain was, as its name implies, very small and located in the kitchen sink of a very small house. The family that lived in the home with the Little Drain refrained from draining large pieces of food, or paint, or even thick liquids into his sink for fear that it would ruin the plumbing. The Little Drain was very thankful for this as he was generally very insecure and lacked confidence in his abilities.
But one day, the considerate family moved to a bigger house and another family moved into the home. On their first day in the house, the new family had potatoes and steak for dinner, with an apple pie for dessert- yum!
However, as is often the case with potatoes, there were many leftover skins. And, as is often the case with steak, there were many gristly portions left uneaten. Finally, as is often the case with apples, the cores were left untouched. This posed a problem for the family, who happened to live in the United States– a country with no realistic composting options available to its general citizens.
The family considered throwing these organic scraps in the trash, but they felt immediate and overwhelming guilt, so decided against it.
They then tried to put the scraps down the large basin sink in the basement, but this only caused a massive backup. Let’s just say, that sink was not happy (and neither was the father fixing it).
They even considered flushing the scraps down the toilet, but then realized that just because a toilet could flush a bucket of golf balls didn’t mean it should flush such items.
The only option left to the family was the little kitchen sink drain.
But the family was hesitant. The Little Drain became very scared. If all of these other appliances and means of disposal hadn’t been able to take care of this trash, how could he?
Nonetheless, the family began emptying the contents into the Little Drain’s sink.
First, the potato skins.
With each gulp, the Little Drain whispered– “I.. think.. I.. can…”
Then, the leftover steak.
With each swallow, the Little Drain muttered– “I… think… I.. can…”
Finally, the apple cores.
With each chomp, the Little Drain said– “I… think… I… can…”
But then, with all of these slimy and chunky and very organic materials in his system, the Little Drain became scared. What if he couldn’t drain these things and the family hated him forever? Then, surely, they would have him replaced with a bolder model– from Kohler perhaps.
Just as this doubt was creeping in, the Little Drain looked at the worried faces of the family looking down at him and was filled with new motivation and confidence. He began chanting–
“I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can!”
And, before he knew it, each and every piece of food and gristle was blending and moving down the drain!
Wait a minute! The Little Drain had a garbage disposal! The new family had installed one when the Little Drain was sleeping yesterday.
The Little Drain was whirring away, yelling– “I know I can! I know I can! I know I can! I know I can!”
And he could.
So, the family and the Little Drain lived happily ever after so long as the garbage disposal’s warranty lasted. And the Little Drain was never scared or insecure about his abilities again– even when someone once tried to put her retainer down the drain. Even that retainer was disposed of easily!