There was a village.

It was a very odd village with very odd traditions.

There was a big pot in the middle of the village.

That was one of their traditions.

The pot help water and the villagers didn't want the water.

Everyday the villagers would bring a bucket, or two if it was a heavy day, to the pot.

The pot was suspended in mid air, hung by a rope harness.

The villagers would line up in front of the ladder, with their buckets.

When you got to the top of the ladder, you would poor your water in the pot.

The pot was big.

Everyone knew the pot was big.

It seemed the pot was getting bigger and bigger.

The pot didn't change.

The villagers just kept bringing their buckets to the pot day in and day out.

When they dumped in their water, they would walk away.

Some of them had very big buckets.

They would walk all the way from their homes to the pot.

The walk was sometimes a hard one, especially those with the big buckets.

The walk back wasn't nearly as bad.

The buckets were empty then.

The pot was fuller.

Everyone knew the pot would get too full one day.

Yet no one knew that it would.

The pot didn't mind.

The pot enjoyed this.

The pot would watch the backs of the lighter loads on their way back.

The pot would get fuller.

The pot would need the help of the villagers one day.

The villagers would always come back.

The villagers had buckets every time.

Some of the buckets would arrive full and leave empty.

Some of the buckets would arrive empty and leave full.

It made no difference to the pot.

The pot was always open for the villagers.

Every once in a while there would be a mighty wind.

The wind would sway the pot.

If the pot was full enough some of the water would slip out.

The villagers that would come with the empty buckets would come.

They would hold the pot steady during these winds.

These villagers would get wet with the dreaded water.

Some villagers would still stay.

It made no difference to the pot.

The pot was always open for the villagers.

The villagers needed the pot.

Most of the villagers didn't know.

The pot needed the villagers.

This is what the villagers didn't know.

Only the wet villagers knew this.

The pot couldn't express its feelings.

The pot was only a pot.

The wet villagers knew, though.

The pot couldn't express its feelings.

The dry villagers didn't express their feelings.

The pot would like to thank the wet villagers.

Thank you, it wished to say.

But the pot is just a pot.

Just as this is just a story.