In the beginning, God....
With these words the potter talks to the clay.
When the clay was just a lump it didn't have much to say.
But after the potter had fashioned a masterpiece out of the clay, the clay began to notice its own beauty and usefulness.
"Am I not something special?" the clay thought as it was utilized and admired by others. " I now have something to offer and I am in high demand. I like being important and special."
"Pretty darned important and special, I'd say," the Potter mused as he considered his handiwork....
Does any one out there know how this story-line goes?
How would you write the ending?
(Make sure to include some drama...)
With these words the potter talks to the clay.
When the clay was just a lump it didn't have much to say.
But after the potter had fashioned a masterpiece out of the clay, the clay began to notice its own beauty and usefulness.
"Am I not something special?" the clay thought as it was utilized and admired by others. " I now have something to offer and I am in high demand. I like being important and special."
"Pretty darned important and special, I'd say," the Potter mused as he considered his handiwork....
Does any one out there know how this story-line goes?
How would you write the ending?
(Make sure to include some drama...)
1 comment:
I think the clay may be onto something there. :)
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