"And in the foreign land of Saskatchewan there lived a shoemaker of dubious origin.
And the shoemaker created a vase of finest clay, shaping it with his own hand and giving rise to its inner shape.
And the form was created beneath his patient fingers, working toward beauty.
And when he had fired it well, and it had cooled, he decorated it with pictures of rejoicing and life and shoes.
And the vase looked like s--t, because he was a shoemaker."