Two mugs, a big mug and a small mug, were purchased from a ceramics shop. They were packaged up in a box and went home to a small cottage. The mugs liked each other’s company and shared the same crosshatch pattern on the outside. They were happy serving tea to the lady and her daughter.
One day, the daughter tried to pick up the heavier mug and her fingers slipped. The big mug crashed into many pieces. The lady and her daughter were sad. The little mug was sad. The lady placed the small mug up on the top shelf, way in back, brushed the pieces into a box and took the broken mug away.
The little mug was scared. Day after day no one filled him with hot water to make tea. Without the big mug, he had no one to talk to. The little mug sat and collected dust.
After many weeks, the little mug thought he’d been forgotten. He’d never leave the top shelf.
A delivery came to the cottage. It was a box from the ceramics shop. The little mug looked over the edge to see why the daughter was so happy. Had he been replaced? While the daughter opened the box, the lady made hot water. The little mug shifted to the back of the shelf.
The tea kettle whistled when the water was hot. The daughter said they should make two cups of tea. The little cup did not want to see his replacement. Better that they should all just forget him.
The lady tiptoed up to the top shelf and picked up the little mug. “Oh, no! They are going to throw my in the dustbin!”
But instead of the dustbin, the lady poured hot water into him. He was making tea!
“What’s happening?” The little mug looked around, but something shinny flashed in his eyes. It looked like the big mug, but it couldn’t be. This new mug had golden veins. The big mug didn’t have veins or any gold at all.
“It’s me,” said the big mug. “The potter patched me back together. Now I’m stronger than ever with my golden laces.”
The little mug could hardly believe it. It was true! It was the big mug after all, and they still shared the same crosshatch pattern, even if one of them was a little more golden.