Today is a peaceful day. A calm, quiet, contemplative sort of day. The weather is pleasant, birds are chirping, the leaves are changing color and comfy looking clouds trail listlessly across the sky. Even the wind seems to be taking a short break.

Sounds like the perfect time for Gilbert to bust in and ruin it.

He spots Oz through the window, rushes out through the back door and onto the porch, waving a small soup bowl, once shattered into several pieces, now stitched back together with gold as though it were never broken to begin with.

"Oz!" he yells across the garden, holding the bowl up high. "Look! I've finally got the hang of it!"