lucyoncolorado

In which Grandma's pottery melts in the sun...

I'm at Grandma's house on the back sun porch. I've lined up four pots, two green ones and two striped ones, on the ledge of the porch's screen window. The next day, I go outside to collect them and see that they have melted into the sun. They are now four piles of mushy pottery clay. I try to shape them back into pots, but the colors are now all messed up.