The cousins

As I'm looking through the shelves I'm thinking, "Nope, nope, nope." I'm thinking this because as I pick up potential adoptees I see that they are either factory made, made in China, or too expensive. My eye spots a piece that I first think is a mass produced sort of pottery. This one doesn't have that traditional "glazed" look to it. As I lift it up I feel that familiar heaviness of clay so I flip it over to see the letters HK pressed into the bottom. Hmmm, HK. Nothing comes to mind immediately but sometimes these things take time. I cradle it in my arm as I continue to search through different shelves and then go to different areas of the store to maybe find that wayward piece. Nope, nothing else, so I start to head to the front of the store. My eyes are always on the search though, even as my feet are carrying me to the cashiers. My eyes dart to the right, then forward, then immediately back to the right. Aha! Did I somehow miss this one or was it just put out by one of the employees? Picking it up I'm thinking it feels right, it's priced right, and BINGO, it's signed right. I'm so excited because on the bottom is the name "Henri" and he is shaped the same as HK. It then comes to me. These guys are cousins, Henri and Harrold. Come on boys.....you're coming home with me.