Anthony, the glassmaker, stood nervously in the doorsteps of his shop. Beside him was the salamander, speaking forth wisdom. Before them were jealous glassmakers who despised him.

His shop was in disarray for the jealous men trashed his workshop with stones. The windows were shattered, and his glassen works were destroyed into many pieces. The jealous glassmakers still had the gall to express their hate through accusation of cursing.

The chaos continued for quite a while. Their argument with the slightly tipsy jealous glassmakers was causing such mayhem, such din, that the order had to be forced in between them. The jealous glassmakers were sent home by cops.

Anthony looked at the his pitiful workshop, trashed and dirty with may glass shards strewn about. The glassmaker had to be careful so he may not step on a shard and bleed. He then swept them away later when got his hand on a broom.

The glassmaker went to bed, but found it hard to fall asleep. He was filled with fear and dread of what the following days may bring forth. He sweated. He tried to coax his mind to sleep but failed.

"Don't fret nor panic, glassmaker. Everything is fine," the salamander sitting on his bedside table spoke with a soothing voice.

"But we only got two more weeks, we lost his gem, and smashed many of our prepared pieces," the glassmaker replied.

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"Don't worry. All will be fine, Anthony. You did splendidly today despite you lost the crystal. You can surely create something just as splendid as the crystal or even something more beautiful."

"Sleep, glassmaker. You'll need it in an upcoming ordeal," the salamander said as it neared to Anthony to close his eyes.

The night had exchanged with the day. Bright beams jostled the glassmaker awake. Even though it's still quite early, the industrious glassmaker began to make more glassware to sell. He made cups, glasses, plates, and bowls as crisp as clear ice and clear as dry air. He also made orbs and statues fit to populate tables and cabinets as decor.

Business was slow but started to pick up pace next day. The jealous glassmakers continued to be jealous for the glassmaker's creations continued to be more beautiful than their own. It glimmered like the surface of a still lake. It shimmered like a nobleman's jewelry.

The jealous glassmakers thought of making other glassmakers in town against the glassmaker, but the others were too friendly to him. He only sold clear plain glass as opposed by the others who sold colored and stained glass with some selling opaque glass. Some glassmakers attributed their success to the existence of the glassmaker for he had shared some of his secrets of his procedure to them. Even the people who made porcelain and glazed clay were friendly toward him.

It was suggested that they ask the glassmaker for help, but they were ashamed and too prideful to ask him. They continued to envy the glassmaker. They occasionally attacked his shop and smashed some pieces.

Meanwhile, the glassmaker's skill of making glassware improved. He started making some experiments. Some of his glass had specks within that made the glass sparkle like there were real stars inside. His glass statues began to shaped with such style that it appeared to have fire, life, as if it were ready to move, fly, and jump around.