Baldwin was sitting on a bench in Bishop, Georgia when suddenly,
five large trucks, hauling their loads, zoomed past him loudly, rushing through
the quaint, little town without seeing.
Frightened from the unexpected noise, Baldwin dashed into a nearby pottery
studio, where a potter was busy shaping dark clay into a bowl.
Baldwin watched unseen.
He must suggest to his human mother to purchase a new bowl from which he
might eat his cat food. He was certain
that if his meals were served in a one-of-a-kind ceramic dish, glazed in his favorite blue, he would not complain if dinner were late. “Well,” he meowed in a whispered voice, “I
might complain just a little.” He licked
his whiskers and quietly went outside leaving behind the sound of the turning
pottery wheel.
Baldwin ran toward the folk-art shop where he was greeted in
the yard by a rooster standing tall and bold.
His red comb crowned his head as he proudly displayed his brilliantly
colored feathers of blue and red.Baldwin quickly introduced himself, and paid the rooster such a nice complement, that he was certain he had gained a friend. Baldwin was soon disappointed though, for the rooster answered not a word. The large bird did not even blink an eye as he silently stood guard over the array of art on display.
