First there’s a mound of well kneaded clay.
and some tools. Then a little form begins to emerge. Who is there?
four legs and a body is a start.
Twisted horns are requested.
Ears and a Tail … I’m being bossed around.
a quick look out at the blue foggy late afternoon sky
This one is so proud of its horns it prances about …. but wait …. something isn’t quite right. What is it this time? A what? Really?!
A beard ~ I never would have guessed