Weavingtales Stories

Logically, to clean utensils we've to use our own hands, obviously. Well, if we hide dish washer under the sea. Lol. But phew! Cleaning them irritates the hell out of us and drains the energy like the noon summer sun who drinks our blood by leaving us in sweat. But why I'm imagining like aliens will come to earth just to help us humans with cleaning utensils. Indeed imagination leaves us a chance to create our own words whereas logical reality always remind us to follow rules with logic. **** After reading the above paragraph, you might be wondering what on earth I'm trying to say. So to keep it simple, my tales lace imagination mixed with logical reality. **** PS: My English might be bad, may have grammatical errors and needs serious editing but hope you guys give my story a chance.