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The first version lost an ear somewhere in the bisquing/glazing process and was recruited to act as a scarecrow/guardian of my compost pit. Composting doesn't work well in the desert. Nothing rots except during the rainy season. Even then, there are no earthworms and I have to rely on fly larva as decomposers. During the rest of the year, my dog Leona eats the tomatoes, the rabbits and packrats eat the greens, and whatever is left over dries out and remains for a long time. Last summer, the implements used to stir the compost kept disappearing. First I lost a small shovel, and then the end of a broken clay pipe. I suspected feral desert children, so I wrote threatening messages on the one-eared white rabbit column reject (such as "Hi, I'm the Cancer Bunny! Go ahead and steal me, but I'm going to bring cancerous pestilence to you and your whole family if you do!") and buried it in the vegetable muck. It has remained in the compost pit ever since. Thank the gods for black magick.
