The water pitcher screamed as she sizzle and cried out"this is the end of my life." Then the Master threw more coal into the fire. She thought to herself" I'll just give up this night." She could feel herself liquefying. The Master grabbed the bronze pictcher from the flames and began to smooth her lip, even though his hand was still bleeding. Just then his gentle touch, that she had long for she felt, "I'm not dead, I'm alive!" she said. She was being mended and the fire just purified. He took her that special spring you know, the one she always talked about. He washed all the soot and ash off. It took all night and the morning sun was springing up. At least, thats what she thought, for it was her. It was her reflection from the spring, she shone like the morning sun. And Oh how the waters refreshed her, she had missed the Master so much. The Master's loving hands and His gentle touch. He filled her up and placed her back where she belonged and said as he stared at her, "well done".
She flowed even better than she ever flowed before. Did twice as much refreshing her brethern even more. Her arm got broke and a leg or two. But this time in trusted in her Master's faithfulness for he always came through!
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