"You have to flick your wrist." Jack said to the Princess, who was eagerly practicing how to fling clay they way he had done when they had first met.
"Like this?" She asked, making a much exaggerated flick which caused clay to fly all over the place – quite a lot of it hitting Jack smack in his face.
"Not that much." He laughed, whipping the clay from his face. "Here, let me show you."
He walked over so he was standing behind her and reached down to take her delicate, if now rather muddy, hand into his own larger one, gently he controlled her movement to show what he had meant.
"It has to be a short and quick flick, so that all the clay goes off in the same direction instead of being spread everywhere."
Together they practiced the proper movements until the Princess broke into a huge smile.
"I think I got it now." She said.
Smiling himself Jack let go of her hand and walked to the edge of the small courtyard they were standing in while the Princess took a good fistful of clay. She threw it and it flew straight into the face of the head clerk – the picture of the head clerk that is.
