VISUAL PROMPT

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Write a story or poem based on the idiom 'a storm in a teacup'. (If you don't know what this means, look it up and use your newly learned phrase!)

Storm in a Teacup

**“Storm in a Teacup”**


It started with the missing teaspoon.


Mrs. Ellery, keeper of the village teahouse for forty-three years, stood over Table Five with narrowed eyes and trembling hands.


“I _know_ I placed six spoons,” she said.


Mr. Finch, a retired schoolteacher and frequent customer, looked up from his scone, crumbs on his collar. “Perhaps it’s under the napkin?”


But it wasn’t.


Within twenty minutes, the teahouse was in uproar. Theories bloomed like mold in a damp cupboard.


“Could be the baker’s boy,” said Mrs. Dalloway.

“Or that tourist from Leeds—looked shifty,” whispered Mr. Tweed.

“I _told_ you we needed a CCTV system!” barked Clarissa, Ellery’s niece.


The missing spoon divided the village. Committees were formed. Accusations were thrown. An emergency town meeting was called in the church basement, where someone shouted, “What’s next, sugar theft? Milk smuggling?!”


Then, one quiet Tuesday morning, as Mrs. Ellery was dusting the shelves, she found it.


The spoon.


Nestled behind a jar of dried lavender, fallen days ago, its silver handle glinting innocently.


She stared at it.


And laughed.


Not a big laugh. Just a small one. The kind that starts in your chest like a fizzing kettle and trickles out.


Later that day, she put the spoon on display. In a little glass case. A sign underneath read:


**“Here lies the spoon that brewed a storm in a teacup.”**


And everyone who came in after—locals, tourists, children on field trips—smiled when they saw it.


Because sometimes, it’s not about the storm.

It’s about the teacup.

And how we all stir things up, now and then.

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