The clay doll rushed back to his place just as the sculptor walked onto the porch and picked him up. "Little doll, have you ventured from the porch?" the craftsman asked. "You are full of grit and your clay has become stiff. I will do what I can to moisten you, but I fear that your clay may be unresponsive even to my touch."
"Old man, that is a small price to pay" ,the doll said gruffly. His voice was also stiff and gritty. "Do you even know the preasures that are out there? And here you try to keep me a prisoner on your porch, playing games while the real adventures are in the yard. I have decided to abandon you and your rules.' And with that, the clay figurine left for the yard. |
