But one day, things began to change. Glass started spending a little bit of time with cups... cups who thought it would be cool to be him. Glass then started referring to himself as The Glass because, after all, that's how all the cups saw him. Soon, The Glass was sharing the water he received from Pitcher with the cups. But every time his water levels started getting low, he would go back to Pitcher. Pitcher, being the good friend that he was, could not deny The Glass anything. Soon, Pitcher was unable to keep up- The Glass was taking water faster than he could be refilled. And with The Glass spending all his time with the cups, Pitcher had no help. He began to drop little hints to The Glass. "Hey, Glass, do you think we could spend some time together?" or "Glass! Hi! How about we chat for a few minutes!" but The Glass did not have time for his old friend. He was too busy with the cups.
It wasn't until Pitcher had barely two drops left of the precious water that he grew angry with The Glass. "I tried to reach out, I tried to be cool, I tried to be a friend and give you all the water you needed. But when I needed you, you refused to listen and take the time for me. Now we are both dry and neither of us have the water we need."
The Glass knew what he had done was wrong, but he did not know how to fix it. To this day he still looks for pitcher after pitcher to satiate his need for water, using them up on each passing cup and never looking back.
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