A Tale Of Two Mochas

Once upon a time there was a Mocha. Forgotten and alone, she lived on a dusty shelf and was home to a family of spiders. While the spiders were very nice, she couldn't help thinking that there must be more to life than this and worrying that she was wasting precious time. So she resolved to see the world. So she waited and she waited for coffee loving humans to happen by and when they did, she made them the very best coffee she could. It was so good, that when they moved on, they stole her and took her with them. She travelled up and down, high and low, making delicious coffee for her humans every morning, seeing things she'd never even dreamed of. She showed she was made of far sterner stuff than their old glass caffetier. At first she was very happy, everything was new and exciting and she was working hard. But something was missing. Her humans loved her very much and she loved them back, but at the end of the day, they were just humans. The dudes in the Condiments Box were pretty cool to hang out with sometimes, but they weren't quite what she needed either. She longed to meet someone, someone to puff steam with, who's consistency of grounds she could truly respect. And then one day, that happened - this is a picture from that day.