Alas my Jasper didn't survive his last firing - he was lovingly formed of paperclay over a wire armature, and had the fierce personality of an alley tomcat - full of himself and scared of nothing. However, his wire skeleton couldn't stand 1180 degrees Celsius. I opened the kiln to see him in pieces. I've kept them though, and he has several lives left, so he might appear here again.
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