The shy water sparkled, dancing with joy

The shy water sparkled, dancing with joy in the forsaken sunlight. Underneath the old oak tree she felt content sitting in silence, letting her eyes wander from water to sky. It

took a few minutes, but soon the mushrooms were doing their trick. She stared at the tree and saw contours of waves and currents running

along the tree bark. Her stomach was in a knot but she couldn't stop giggling with her friends. She looked down at her hand and the skin was pulsing slowly and swirling around like

their knitting circle was a bad idea after all. This was the first time such a harsh

group of knitters had joined outside the institution. Betty was knitting chain maile scarves, while agnes made sweaters from barbed wire. Matilda had them all beat with her

iron cable cables. Knitting was very important for the war effort. The huns had their own munition experts who were into crochet. They crafted whole U-Boats with acrylic fiber

and fortresses from woven hemp. From a felt cannon, the huns fired off

all their immigrant workers. Nationalistic pride was running high in Hungary and they wanted those foreigners out. The sad line of newly unemployed marched from the fortress

slowly in stark hunger. The irony was not lost on them.