Sitting at the end of one of the docks was a small clay flower pot. Spindizzy landed inside it and declared that it was the perfect vehicle to travel in and she started to push it toward the edge of the pier.
    "But wait," the Grain called out, "It's made of clay. It'll sink! It's even got a big crack in it."
    It landed in the water with a splash and, remarkably, did not sink. It seemed quite buoyant, actually. Spindizzy flew from the dock to the vessel in a relatively straight line. "Crack pot," she said as she boarded. "No other way to get where we're going."
    They traveled for some time on the sea without making any effort to control where the wind and the waves carried them. Finally, they washed ashore on an island. Spindizzy skipped up and down the beach celebrating their success. Suddenly, all of Spindizzy's hair stood straight out so she looked like she had a golden porcupine for a head.
    "We have to dig here," she said. She started kicking away the sand with her feet, but it kept sliding back. She blew a strand of hair out of her face and said, "Sometimes my favorite jacket can be downright inconvenient."
    "Let me try," said the Grain. It started talking to the sand on this beach in the Language of the Sands (which it just made up right then) and they understood what it said (because they assumed that they should) and they agreed to help out (because grains of sand have to stick together) and, moments later, the sand parted to reveal a buried wooden chest.
    Spindizzy was very proud of her companion.