Grandpot

I try for once to show a bit of courage. I walk up to the pot and say :

So, who are you ?
Do not walk further, puny mortal, or you will face my wrath !
But, I need to walk further to go to the park.
What dis I say in the last panel ? You shall not pass ! You - shall - not - pass ! What’s unclear with this ?

I walk back. This pot looks like it is having a bad day. Maybe if I try to flatter it..

Oh you magnificent flower pot, whose beauty outshines all the other pots in the area, I am sorry to have disturbed you.
Get bent !

All right... I gave it a try. I turn around and start walking away.

I turn around again, very slowly, repressing a grin.

Touché.

But of course, my good friend (I lie). You are like the supermodel of flower pots.

I think the pot might be blushing.

What will you do in the park ? He asks wearily.
Just passing by. I’m walking to the end of the rainbow. I’ve heard there is a treasure...

The pot ponders.

I will go with you, he says. You need my help. And I know the pot of gold, he’s a (wealthy) cousin
Great (I lie again - I wanted a solo walk...)
But with one condition.

There are always conditions.

What is your condition, oh magnificent pot... do you have a name, by the way ?
My name is Grandpot. You can pass only if you swear to rever me and look at no other pot the whole journey.
Sure thing, Grandpot.

And Grandpot stretches tiny little legs, that I had not spotted before, allows me to pass, and then starts following me.

Que faites-vous ?