Excerpt: Much yarn about nothing

Chapter 1

The small ray of light shone into the living room as the door opened slighty. There was a foot, then an arm, and then the silhouette of a person entering. The light went on with a click.
The balls of yarn in the open blue cloth box in the corner were getting excited. Of course, to the untrained human eye, they just looked like static balls of yarn, with no life of their own, but a trained KNITTER might have seen the little vibrations of excitement emanating from the open box.
But the trained KNITTER entering the room wasn’t looking at the yarn stash. She grabbed a cloth bag from the sofa and went out, leaving the light on. There was the sound of footsteps going down stairs and the closing of a front door a moment later, and then all was quiet.
Or was it?

“She must be finishing the green scarf soon”, whispered the blue ball of Donegal tweed excitedly. “I wonder what’s next?”

“It might be you!” grunted a bright red ball of handspun Kildare wool, and yawned.

“I’d love to become something else”, squealed the blue tweed wool. “Hope it’s not socks! A hat, maybe? Or a scarf! Oh, let me be a scarf, something beautiful that is well looked after!”

“Remember when we were parts of sheep”, a sturdy ball of Yorkshire grey was reminiscing. “Out in the field…”

“And getting wet! Luckily, I wasn’t too close to the sheep’s a…”

“Too much information”, hissed a pink ball of cotton yarn. “I really don’t want to know!”

“Ok…,” sighed the speckled ball of grey and black that had been interrupted. “I was only sayin…”

“You don’t know what it was like being part of sheep”, said the Yorkshire grey, frowning at the pink cotton yarn. “You just came from a tree!”

“Well, strictly speaking, that’s not correct”, said the pink cotton ball in an indignant tone of voice.