Tracey Tea Pot had been born in Parsnip wood. She had been made by the elves that lived in the wood. They had given her magical powers. Dad had brought her to the Patterson house. He had found her one day when out walking with Rusty, the family dog. She loved all the warm smells, all the chattering, laughter, and even tears that sometimes occurred in the old kitchen. The room was the heart of the household. Lately, Alice had been unusually quiet...