By Mary Robinette Kowal
Read by Stephen Eley
First appeared in the Solaris Book of New Science Fiction, vol. 2 edited by George Mann.
Special closing monkey music by George Hrab
Sliding his hands over the clay, Sly relished the moisture oozing around his fingers. The clay matted down the hair on the back of his hands making them look almost human. He turned the potter’s wheel with his prehensile feet as he shaped the vase. Pinching the clay between his fingers he lifted the wall of the vase, spinning it higher.
Someone banged on the window of his pen. Sly jumped and then screamed as the vase collapsed under its own weight. He spun and hurled it at the picture window like feces. The clay spattered against the Plexiglas, sliding down the window.
Rated PG. Contains one angry chimp with a potty mouth. Sort of.