The second sister

dug up a handful of earth,

and it became clay.

A third sister approached them,

too winded to speak a word.

The princess asked her,

"Have you traveled a long way?

Rest, and catch your breath."

One said, "She'll need more than that!"

Then, the third sister inhaled.

She took so much air

that her exhale gusted out,

air drying the clay.

The first sister's candle burned,

and with it they made a pot.

♉

To be continued!

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