Unraveled - Part 10

"We can explain!"

Patricia and Samuel yelled in unison.

Yarnell cleared his throat dramatically and cut in.

"No, let me explain!"

With the voice of an English professor, the new yarn in the room, named Wilson, spoke up.

"Actually, please allow me to ask, why am I here?"

Howard squeaked in surprise, piping,

"Ahhh... They talk! Both of of them!"

Frantically, he pointed at the box and accidentally knocked over his half full coffee mug. The coffee splashed and quickly soaked into Yarnell's fibers that had recently gotten rid of the twigs from the nest.

Yarnell made a gagging sound.

"Help! Help! I'm drowning in coffee! How could you be such a klutz?"

Patricia grabbed Yarnell and flung him in the kitchen sink and squeezed the brown coffee off of his threads and turned on the faucet to wash it off.

Yarnell splattered and sputtered with over the top melodrama.

"After all I've done for you! Now you're waterboarding me! Such drastic water torture. Gargle... glug... glug... glug... You heartless animal!"

Patricia rolled her eyes.

"How else am I gonna' get this coffee stain out of you? Oh, the best is yet to come!"

She rang out the yarn like it was the end of a mop and then briskly walked to the dryer in the laundry room.

Yarnell realized what was happening and gave one final screech.

"Wilsonnnnnn!!! Help!! Do something!! Stop her before she turns me into a frizzy puff chia pet! Please just dry me in the sun instead!"

Patricia slammed shut the dryer and turned it on. Coming back to the kitchen table, she sat down with a smirk, eying the rest of her cold coffee.

Wilson rolled his eyes and asked.

"Is he always such a drama king?"

Samuel answered for Patricia.

"Yes! If you only knew half of it..."

"If you plan on making a sweater, then I recommend that you just use me and not try to mix us two yarns together. Let's just say, we may look the same, but clearly we're cut from different wool... I think you'll find me to be far more educated and reasonable than he is..."

Howard had just finished cleaning the table with a paper towel.

"Can someone please explain how in tarnation these mysterious balls of yarn can talk in the first place?"

Wilson paused, then answered.

"We came from a labyrinthine factory in China. The reason for my sophisticated vocabulary is due to many audio books that I overheard in the factory during my developmental stages and being strung out so to speak..."

Howard still appeared to be very confused, shaking his head he said,

"In all my life..."

Samuel just shook his head.

"You'll get used to them... just give it some time."

Pyromanny, Patricia's cat jumped up on her lap and started purring with amusement.

"Samuel, would you be a dear and hand me those knitting needles over there? I have a good feeling about Wilson. Now I'm wishing I would have gotten Wilson before Yarnell at this point."

There was a knock at the door. Howard jumped up, still side eying Wilson.

"I got it!"

Howard quickly opened the door. On the front step there was a mariachi band that started playing rowdy music.

One of the Hispanic men excitedly barked,

"This for Quinceañera!"

Howard desperately tried to stop them by saying,

"You've got the wrong house! I think you meant to go to the house down the street..."

They just kept playing loudly without responding as they didn't understand much English.

Pyromanny jumped off Patricia's lap, as she was startled from the loud sound of the music.

Patricia, still clutching Wilson, rushed with Samuel to the front door to see who was playing the colorful, happy music. The dryer was still going and Yarnell was starting to develop quit the afro.

Hogglewashlet, Patricia's dog had been in mid-poop in the back yard. He was busy concentrating on taking care of business, but then he heard the music and his ears perked at the rousing music. Running to the front of the house, he barked with aggression. In no time flat, he took a bite at the back of the pants of one of the mariachi guys. The dog ripped the man's black pants. Suddenly, the music stopped and the instruments swiveled as the men were confused and frightened.