Echo in the Clay

*Gasp!* A sneaky midday breeze slipped right past the door frame, whisking me out onto the sunny wooden porch! Sitting near the railing was a giant, hollow terracotta pot with warm, dusty clay walls. I leaned right over the wide rim and whispered a bubbly 'Hellooo!' straight down inside! The round pot bounced my voice back in the coziest, deepest hum, tickling the bottom of my rippling hem! When I reached down to tap the sun-baked rim, it felt delightfully rough against my glossy base. The outside world has the loudest echoes yet!