“The person is the teapot.”

A young girl in a school uniform sits on a swing in a playground, smiling widely as she swings back and forth. She leans forward, her head dipping down, then rises up, her face contorted in a joyful expression as she moves through the arc of the swing. The scene cuts abruptly to a close-up of a shiny metal kettle with a black handle, positioned on a kitchen counter.