Tuesday morning: The truck is here!! Oh, beautiful, enormous, yellow truck! Look how high up it is! When I ride on the dashboard I'll be able to see for MILES. Was ever a skein so blessed and deserving?
Tuesday afternoon: I cannot believe this is happening. I have been stuffed into a bin like some common, ordinary skein, crammed in with a hundred others like I was nobody. Are they blind?? Can they not see that I am infinitely more magnificent than all those others and should never be thus humiliated? I can't breathe, I can't see, how can they do this to me?! My life is over.
Wednesday: Blackness. Misery. If this truck doesn't stop bumping I'm going to throw up.
Thursday morning: Freedom! I thought I was going to die in there. But at last I am set free and find myself in yarn heaven! It's so glorious here I can almost forgive them for the humiliating way I was transported. Now they have built a beautiful temple to me where all the other skeins surround me as my servants and I have a spotlight all to myself. At last I feel understood.
Thursday evening: The knitters are here! They come, they admire me, they touch me! But what is this, they're buying OTHER SKEINS?! What is the world coming to??
Thursday night: It is dark and I must suffer the brainless, excited chatter of all these other skeins and know that I was seen and not bought. I want to die.
Friday: Oh frabjuous day, calooh, calay! Now it has all become clear. I had to wait for the one who would see through all the seeming, who would see only me amidst all the others and recognize my true worth! Is she not beautiful? Can you not see the discernment and wisdom shining in her eyes? We were meant for each other! And she - oh, she knew me by my name - Kiss Me! Martha Smith, I love you!
So long all you other skeins, I am destined for greatness! What do you think she'll make out of me? One of these??