The jealous glassmakers met together in a hearty bar. All of them wearing gloves and coats to hide their embarrassing burns and scars.

They also brought over their failed lovely creations. They covered them in canvas or carried them in bags.

"This is all Anthony's fault. It's his gem after all. Behind our backs, he must had it cursed to be much more severe," one of them spoke out an irked complaint.

"You're right!" Another agreed. "He is in acquaintance to magical creatures. How far-fetched is it for him to know ill spells?"

"Sigh. Yes, indeed, but we're stricken with a horrible curse, making it difficult to strike back. At least we took away his precious improver. That's going to bring him down with us."

"I am afraid that is not the case." A jealous glassmaker replied as he chugged a pint of beer. "I have my shop a few lots away from Anthony's store. His wares were still as glistening as it was before, but only a bit less beautiful. The only impact we inflicted upon him was making the populace wary of his wares."

"Darn. Not only we failed in coping with his beauties, we botched our faces and now no one wants to buy our glasses."

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"This is all Anthony's fault. I'm going to throw stones at him for this misery he had induced."

Everyone agreed and marched to the doorsteps of Anthony. Anthony was confused at their attire, and the bags, and vases they bore.

They threw the vases, pots, and also stones at his shop, smashing the glass displays. The sound of glass shattering filled the air with temporary discord.

"What are you doing? You're breaking my shop!" The glassmaker shouted at them.

"That's for cursing our glass. Now look at us, burned, and scarred." They said in chorus, showed their horrid injuries. "You did this to us, now it's our turn to do it to you."

"What?! You dare to thieve me, and I let get away with, yet you blame me of whatever disaster it has brought you. You're petty monsters!"

"Isn't that enough to you for us to be cursed?"

"I did not curse you. You cursed yourselves."

"We are in no way have any knowledge in the art of magic. You, however, are adept in it. The magical creature you keep is evidence of it."

"What magical creature? I'm not lying. I'm just a glassmaker, I don't do spells and hexes."

"Anthony that's enough." The salamander spoke. "I or Anthony are neither wizards nor witches. Your predicament are not our fault for the gem you stole was cursed before you laid eyes on it. It is your actions and greed that led you to this form."

"The drivel you speak is full of lies and nonsense! I don't believe you even try to deceive. Both of you are immune to the curse."

"It is because I did not touch it, and Anthony is the owner. Do you even understand? You are blinded by your jealousy. Open your eyes and see the mayhem you and us are," the salamander raised a paw as it said the last lines.