The holey pot.

dearest shadow,

i'm in the mood to tell a story. so here goes.

once upon a time, there was a farmer. nice guy actually. the kind who does his own work, admires rainbows with his radiant eyes, smiles at clouds and likes the sun. and he's a morning person.

this farmer had a plot of land up on the hill. and to water that land, he'd have to fetch water from the well on the bottom and walk up. he had only two pots and so, he'd have to make many trips just to get it sufficiently irrigated. but he never complained.


one of the pots had holes in it. and water dripped out steadily everytime he went up. perhaps only half the pot was full each time he reached the top. but he never complained. and it didnt occur to him to change the pot despite having the means to do so.


one fine day, when he was huffing and puffing up the hill, he overheard the conversation that the normal pot had with the holey pot. now, ordinarily, pots dont speak to each other. but this is a story. and i'm telling it. so these pots could talk.

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Sunny day. FARMER walks up a hill carrying two pots tied to a pole, on his shoulders. The sound of heavy breathing and boots on gravel gives way to an unusual conversation. FARMER appears surprised at first but listens to the intriguing conversation as continues to trudge up.

holey pot:
wonderful view isnt it?

normal pot:
where? well yea. same old. same old.

holey pot:
look! that cloud looks like a bunny! oh and look at that plane. whoa. how i wish i can fly someday. Oh well. i'm just too tired sometimes.

normal pot:
sometimes? you're always so tired.

holey pot:
yea. i think i'm losing strength. you noticed?

normal pot:
noticed? oh c'mon. let's face it. you're brittle and you're so lousy. you cant even do what you're supposed to do. pots carry water. and what do you do? drip, lose, spill and even vomit water. you do everything except carry water.

holey pot:
i know. i feel lousy too you know. how do you do it so well?

normal pot:
well, for starters, i dont have holes. i was just born perfect. i didnt do stupid stuff to get holes in me. unlike you...

holey pot:
-sighs-
i wish i was more like you. i cant even do the things that i'm supposed to do properly.

normal pot:
uh huh.
-pretends to look at the sky-

holey pot:
but what can i do? i'm powerless to mend my holes. how i wish they'd just disappear...and i have no heart to leave the master. i love partaking in his work. and the view. its just so lovely.

normal pot:
-accusingly-
but you dont do your job well. how can you deserve this view?!

holey pot:
deserve the view? i never thought about it that way. i guess you are right. i get what you are saying but i dont get it...despite my holes, master hasn't replaced me.

normal pot:
well, thats because he's a nice guy. but you've to know when you're nothing more than a burden.

holey pot:
burden? Omg! i've been so naive! I am a burden. he needs to walk up more times because of me. i am such a burden.

normal pot:
well exactly. and if you thought that you actually deserved this view, then you're just so plain wrong.

holey pot:
i need to make amends! what should i do! help me!

normal pot:
-in low tones-
if you really cared about master, you should just fall down and die.

holey pot:
-gulp-
die?

normal pot:
well yea.

holey pot:
-voice quivers-
but why?

normal pot:
can you bear to see people suffer because of you?

holey pot:
-sniff- no.

normal pot:
do you really think that nice people should be punished just because of someone else's flaws?

holey pot:
-hic- no.

normal pot:
you even get more attention than i do just because of your flaws. is that even fair? i do the job perfectly. hmmph.

holey pot:
-dejectedly-
it isnt fair.

normal pot:
well of course. life isnt fair anyway.
-mumbles- especially not for the hardworking ones.

holey pot:
-at the point of tears-
mmm hmmm.

normal pot:
ahem. So?

holey pot:
-clears throat-
wont you be alone if i die? wont you feel like you have no job satisfaction if you have no interation?

normal pot:
well, if i can work alone and irrigate the land faster, i think it'll give me great pleasure. the crops will yield much faster. Master will be happy and i'm sure that you and i have the same goal. so, i'll be happy to share in your goal after you are gone.

holey pot:
-silence-

normal pot:
oh yea. that is a nice plane btw. and no. that cloud is clearly not a bunny. what..? your eyes are lousy too?


END OF SCENE 1

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the courier font makes me feel like writing more but, i'm stopping here. i'm thinking about how the next scene will be. and how endings always seem to have a happily-ever-after tone to them.

i'll be writing again. soon.