A tale of woe and lint, of socks and despair.
Once upon a time, in a land before time, there was a washer named Bessie.
Bessie was a stalwart appliance, steadfast and true, but she had a secret:
She had a capacity for only 12 loads of laundry at a time.
But one fateful day, a brave knight named Bob, with a heart full of chivalry, decided to challenge Bessie's limits.
He loaded 13, 14, 15... 20 loads of laundry into her maw, and Bessie, with a mighty CLANG! did she cry out in protest!
Her drums did rattle and her motor did moan, as she strained against the forces of excess, but still she refused to yield.
And so, Bob, with a heart full of hubris, continued to overload Bessie, until...
A mighty storm of fluff and fibers did ensue, as Bessie's internal workings did finally break.
The village was beset by a sea of tangled garments, and the people did cry out in terror, as the lint did swirl and eddy in the streets.
But from the ashes of Bessie's destruction, a new washer did rise, one with a greater capacity, and a sturdier frame.
And so, the people did rejoice, and the village was saved, and all was right with the world, once more.
Or so it would seem, for little did they know, that Bessie's successor, Bertha, had a secret of her own...
Or perhaps not, and the village was doomed to repeat the cycle of excess and destruction.
Either way, it's a tale for the ages, of caution and woe, and the perils of overloading the washer.
(Bertha: The Final Chapter (Maybe))