Peregrin Took looked up from the small wheel where he was working to throw a simple pot. His great aunt sat at a much larger wheel, and she had just placed quite a large ball of clay on its surface. A kick of the foot, the wheel spun, and in moments a tall, graceful vase took shape under her skillful fingers.
He looked at the lopsided shape before him and sighed. He hadn’t the patience to become that good! He squashed the clay back into a lump and threw it back into the vat in which raw clay was kept.