Five Skeins a-Spinning
A Fairy Tale
“What is it you’re knitting?” the bard asked, taking a seat beside the pretty maid in the armchair.
“Oh, just a shawl,” she said, blushing in the beam of his attention. “When not required, I like to make things.”
“I know a story about yarn.”
“You do?”
“Yes. Would you like to hear it?”
“Go on then, but only if it doesn’t disturb my knitting.”
“That I cannot gu…
