A most curious thing happened to me earlier today...
I was poking through my stash (oh no... it's true, I do have a stash. It's a small stash, but it's there...) when I heard someone calling to me.
"Hello. Sir? Hello."
I looked out in the hallway, poked my head out the window, but I couldn't see anyone, so I resumed my rooting.
"Excuse me sir, hallo."
I whipped around. No one there. Shoot, I really *have* lost it. I decided to go for a walk, surely some air wold he...
"Down here, by the... what's this, some cone of something or other?"
Cone? Oh, right, my neglected Harrisville Designs. But why would it be talking to me? can the wool fumes really be that strong in here? I looked closer, and much to my surprise, I saw a little man leaning against the yarn, waving at me...
"...hello?" I ever so tactfully replied.
"I was just out for a walk, but my dog seems to have run off, I don't suppose you've seen her about?"
"Er, no. No, I don't think I have..."
"Well, thanks anyway. Have a fine day."
With that he meandered off, calling after his dog.
I promptly took a seat on the floor, before I fell over.
Then, I heard laughter.
Almost dreading what I would find (and making a note to check myself in at the soonest possible oppourtunity), I returned my attentions to the yarn and was greeted by these three persons, apparently taking advantage of the wonderful weather and having quite the pleasant afternoon.
Frankly, this was all far too Swiftian for me, so I hastily tied on my shoes and went for a nice long walk. No sign of anyone when I returned. I'm not sure if I am more concerned with the possibility of my going mad, or my yarn playing host to a miniature community...