One spinster to the other as they sat themselves to knit:
“Another sweater for your son? How did the last one fit?”
“He never got to try it on; he said his puppy ate it.”
“What awful luck! And such a treasure so unlucky fated.
And what about the lovely scarf you knitted before that?”
“A gust of wind bereft him of it, with its matching hat.
It seems to happen every time, to everything I darn.”
“I guess you’re not the only one who likes to spin a yarn.”
WordPress daily writing prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/yarn/
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