Yarn

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I was inspired by this to do a thing. I should probably sleep.


There was this great, big yarn basket
eternally sitting in the living room, right next to the couch.
Seriously, the thing was massive, it was wider than the couch was.
When the triplets were little, Henry had insisted that they put the
thing on a higher shelf so that they wouldn’t get into it and choke
themselves on yarn, or stab themselves with knitting needles, or stab
others with knitting needles. However, since the triplets turned ten,
they thought they were safe from any accidents happening, and the
basket has been casually resting on the ground for the past three
years.

They thought wrong. They were not safe
from yarn accidents.

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