Categories » ‘Oddities’
This is sand, under a 250x microscope.
Look at the tiny shells. I am strangely comforted to see these tiny creatures living their full lives, in such a parallel universe to mine.
This is Bob.
So, Bob comes into the Yarns in the Farms looking for a Christmas stocking for his adoring wife. Alas, he finds that there are no ready-made stockings to be had. He must make it himself. Alas again, he cannot knit.
BUT, we have an old felted woolen poncho from someone’s stint as a foreign exchange student in some South American country in 1969. AND some of sister Lou’s Texas bird feathers. Would he like to use those as inspiration?
Yes-sir-ee-Bob! He sits at the shop table, takes the old poncho, scissors, needle-felting tools, fleece, and feathers, and viola!
By the way, these are sister Lou’s birds…
And THIS is Bob’s magnus opus! Next year he will be teaching the class, don’t you think?
As you know, Tink was raised in the wilds of Texas. She broke wild horses before she could ride a rocking horse. She could wrestle a calf before she could crawl. She rode the lines of bob-wire fence with her coyote-skin vest to scare off thieves. Now, far north of the rough and rugged ranches of Texas on which she was weaned (on jalapeno juice and hot tamales), Tink might be lulled into thinking she had left banditos and rustlers behind in the dusty scrub. But no, It seems that Trouble with a capital T for Texas has followed her like a pesky killer bee from her old stompin’ grounds.
The beloved Yarns in the Farms sheep has been rounded up and rustled. Never a very bright animal, “Sheepy” is a docile old girl with a very low intellect due to a head injury from which most of her brain stuffing leaked out. The caper was capured on the state of the art Yarns in the Farms camera surveillance system, with the rustler in the very act of riding Sheepy away along Route 127 in Beverly Farms.
HAVE YOU SEEN THIS RUSTLER? HAVE YOU SEEN SHEEPY?
If you have any information on this cowardly act of sheep rustling, call us.
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