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“But the clay gets a purpose,” Clay explained, not entirely sure what he was saying.
“Purpose! What do you need a purpose for?” cawed Craw. Then, turning to his fellows: “Do you hear that, chaps? This clay wants purpose.”
The murder laughed again.
“Let me level with you,” Crick crowed, “purpose is overrated.”
“You get a purpose, all the sudden you have responsibility,” agreed Craw.
“Right now, you have no responsibilities. You are free as a bird.” Crick flapped his wings. “The minute you get a purpose, you’re not free anymore.”
“Who in their right mind would trade freedom for purpose?” asked Craw.
“I don’t know. Maybe this clay is crazy,” cawed Crick.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” cackled Craw.
“Crazy as a canary,” cackled Crick. “Come all this way just to get thrown in the fire.”
“Brave the cold just to get himself burned!”
“You’re lying!” shouted Clay.
Clay changed his mind. This was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Bricks screamed, which did not help.
Desperately, Clay lunged for another handhold, but no vine was within reach. He could stretch his arm to one, but then it would be too thin and weak to do any good. Clay’s foot skated as if the branches were made of ice. He slipped to fingertips.
He made the mistake of looking down again.
just as he was about to retreat from the window, he caught sight of the teacup the lady of the house had gathered in her hands. It rose to her chin, the steamy aroma spreading her lips in a soothing grin. Her fingertips went pink. Delight filled her eyes; Clay saw it just before she closed them.Now that was a purpose, Clay thought to himself.
The fact was Clay couldn’t stop staring at her. She, the teacup, was so simple yet so beautiful. She was milk white with a rim like a halo of gold. And she was thin, much thinner than Clay ever dared become; though there was no doubt she was stronger than Clay had ever been.
Are you all right? the teacup asked.
“Huh?” said Clay, lost in the slender curve of her handle.
You don’t look so well.“Oh,” he said, noticing that the fall had transformed his body into a wad. Embarrassed, Clay hastily reformed into an even mini-er mini version of himself.
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