From a little room off to one side came the sound of vigorous splashing and Allan shouted, "Yeah, it kinda runs in the family. I've been commissioned to sculpt that stallion. He's a beauty. I think we'll get on well."
There was another loud splash and he came back into the big room, rubbing his face with a towel. He could see now but was still pretty messy. Clay was always easier to get off when it was dry.
"Yeah, he's a star. Got to make his model doing something. He's not a standing still kind of horse."