Story of the Potter

It was going to be a work of art.

A masterpiece.

The potter sat at her wheel, out in the sunny but cool, summer day. Impulsively, she grabbed a hunk of clay and started molding it was her hands.

The mess was part of the fun.

Soon, it was on her wheel, growing and changing before her eyes.

All of a sudden, she lifted her foot off of the pedal.

Perfection. :)