Unraveled - Part 2

The ball of yarn took a deep breath and blinked again. Patricia shrieked.

“Land sakes, alive and freaky fruity pebbles! That yarn is alive!”

As a reflex, she threw the blue ball of yarn across the room. It accidentally sacred one of her cats who jumped up on a bookshelf. The cat knocked over a row of books and a flower arrangement. The wild scramble of the cat made the dog bark.

“Ouch!”

The ball of yarn said in a raspy voice.

“That hurt! Why’d you throw me like that. What did I do to you?”

“You talk too! Did I take my meds today?”

She rubbed her eyes, while still looking at the yarn.

“Of course I talk!”

“How on earth?”

“I’m special… not your ordinary ball of yarn that is. Like what they call an oddball.”

“What the?”

Patrica wheezed.

“Nice assortment of books you have here. I see you like Tolstoy and books about famous cats around the world.”

“I think I’m going nuts!”

“Nah. Again, I’m special. You have the knitting directions but I can help too.”

“Help with what?”

“Help you knit of course!”

“I’m not so sure I can knit now. I think I need a stiff drink.”

She eyed the yarn which had unraveled a bit. The cats peeked around the corner of the room, trying to see the heap of books and flowers.

“What are you gonna turn me into, anyhow? A onesie for a poodle or something? Or woolen underwear for your boyfriend?”

“Ha! No, I was gonna make a sweater for my friend Samuel.”

“Oh that’s brilliant. What a wholesome idea and he has such a wholesome name. Is he Amish or something?”

The yarn questioned.

She laughed again.

“No, not Amish. A bit old fashioned but definitely not Amish.”

“Gotcha. A sweater, huh. Well, pick me up and give it a try with those trusty knitting needles.”

She picked up the ball of yarn and started unraveling it a bit.

“That’s the spirit!”

She started using the golden knitting needles with the yarn.

“Oooo!!! They’re a bit cold! Could you warm them up first please?”

She breathed hot breath onto the knitting needles and wrapped them in her hands for a few seconds.

“That better?”

“Ah, yes. Much better. So far you’re doing pretty good. But try to stay a bit more straight on this side.”

The yarn continued to give directions as she knitted on her couch.

Suddenly, there was a knock knock knock at the front door.

“Ahhh!”

Yelled the yarn.

“Eeeek!”

Squeaked Patricia who was startled by the door and the yarn yelling. She dropped the yarn and it hit one of the cats named Pyromanny.

“Meowwww hhisssssss!”

Hissed Pyromanny who woke up the sleeping dog named Hogglewashlet.

“Woof woof bow wow woof woof!”

Barked Hogglewashlet. Instead of running to the front door, he ran out the dog door in the back door barking in a frenzied state. He scared the six horses in the pasture and they started a stampede.

“Whinny neigh neigh neigh! Whinny whiny neighhhhhhh!

The horses snorted. They ran right through the fence, leaving it in a splintery heap.

One of the horses’ butts knocked over Patricia’s mailbox. The mailman was just about to put the mail in the mailbox when the horses shot out like wild banshee bullet trains!

“Great Scottie!”

He bellowed.

Back in the house Patricia scrambled up to go to the front door to see who was there.

“Hello Patricia! Just came to see if you wanted to have a picnic since it’s such a nice sunny day out!”

Said Samuel at the front door with a large grin.

“Hehehe!”

Giggled the yarn from inside.

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Author’s Note:

If you have not read part one written by Colleen Walters, then follow the link below to read it too!

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