and on the seventh day, someone said “and let there be only more rain”
our scene begins, on a dark and gloomy morning, someplace in the woods of vermont. where our heroine has been subjected to seven straight days of rain.
*loud knock*
’suse me ma’m, we have some reports of some violations here.
pardon me sherrif, but i’m unawares of any violations here. i’m just going about my day.
just take a look over yonder, ma’m
*laughs*
that is just my spinning, sherrif.
exactly, ma’m. or should i say, perp.
look at this! you put ramie in with silk sari and angora?!
do i even need to mention the abuse of *tinkle*?
that alone violates most laws of good taste.
’scuse me, sheriff; but isn’t taste subjective???
it’s a fine lace weight yarn.
*in a stern voice*
that may be, missy.
but, do you have plans for this yarn?
*getting sweaty*
um, plans, why, no…
*growing increasingly irritated*
i see.
well, don’t you have plans to meet with people you haven’t seen in 10 years, today?
and you are still un showered
*chuckles*
well, anyone who knows me, knows i stink.
*YELLING*
that is beside the point, where are your priorities?!
don’t you have deadlines? things that you need to do.
*hangs head in shame*
yes, but you don’t understand… i was compelled!
ahh, i see, compulsion, an addict, eh?
*sniffs arround*
is that HEMP!?! you put hemp in this yarn??… that’s it missy. it’s all over for you…
*trying to defend herself*
but, it’s european hemp, sheriff.. we don’t buy hemp from china.
that’s it lady, i’m calling the u-haul and we are confiscating your stash.
*gets faint*
NO!
anything but that
take my children, take the coke-a-cola i have stashed in the fridge..
anything! i’ll give you anything, just leave my fibers!!
*lights dim*
*curtian closes*
it too can happen to you, next time it rains for 7 straight days, watch your back
♥
