Bess buys a beautiful pot.
Bess Thompson set her cloth bag gently on the kitchen counter. She carefully lifted a newspaper wrapped object from inside. She usually bought more things at the monthly flea market, but this one amazing object had almost beggared her.
“Luckily it’s almost Pension Day and I’ll have money tomorrow,” she said as she unwrapped the item.
A beautiful art glass pot made on the lines of the brass pots made and used in Egypt and the Middle East, revealed itself. She placed the pot on the rubber mat in the sink and washed it cautiously inside and out with mild soap.
Bess dried it until it glistened in the sunlight.
“Now, to try it!” the elderly woman said with glee.
She began searching for tea to brew in it. It couldn’t be just any tea, it must be Earl Grey! But, amazingly, it seemed she didn’t have any!
A hissing sound made Bess look toward the teapot. Something resembling steam was coming out of the spout. It went up, over, then touched the floor in a column about five feet high.
As she watched, a woman materialized wearing a dimity tea dress and broad-brimmed hat. On her hands were lace gloves.
“I am Tasse, genie of the pot. What is your wish, master?”
Bess was speechless.
“I wish to have cream tea whenever I want it,” she said delightedly.
With a wave of her hand, Tasse produced the most luscious cream tea Bess had ever eaten. She was so happy, she asked for it daily.
One afternoon, disaster struck. The cat knocked the pot off the counter and it shattered. Bess saw a streak emerge from the shards and disappear. She took the pot to be mended, but with no genie, the tea never tasted the same.