The Perfect Friend

By Leksey M.

Even as kid, or in this case a foal, Matthew was always made fun of, usually for the way he walked, or tried to. Let me explain: I am Matt’s only friend. I am a pot just like he is, except I am not shaped like him. It isn’t the people that come to the shop that make fun of him. In fact, most people think he is quite beautiful. It is the other pots that make fun of him. He is a pot that has the head and torso of a horse and his bottom is a pitcher.

Every year, we hold a race to see who is the fastest pot in the store. Matt always has wanted to race and win but has never tried because he can barely walk with that big pitcher attached to him. The race is coming up and that is all we pots can talk about. Of course, Matt is staying home for the race and barely ever comes out that week because the pots will make fun of him since he can’t run and they can.

Just a few days ago I saw the potter walk in the back of the shop and start molding some clay.  I realized it was a pot that had the head of a bird and the body of a pot, just like Matthew. I didn’t tell him because I wanted it to be a surprise. I hope it is done in time for Matthew’s birthday, which is in two weeks. I think I will introduce them to each other as a birthday present.

Tonight I am going to sneak into the back of the shop to see the bird.I think I see the bird; he has one wing painted and his body is finished. I am going to introduce myself. After a little while, I talked to him and told him about Matthew.  He said he would love to be introduced to Matt. A few hours after I got the bird to talk, the potter came in and I had to leave; he was going to finish painting the bird.

Today, Matthew and the bird, who was named Sean, became friends and even the other pottery started to be nicer to Matt.