The Fiber Beasts

It is said that with every coming of spring the mighty dogs known as Huskys go though a remarkable change. Their thick undercoat falls away to reveal, well, a smaller dog. It is at this time that the great migration of the creatures known only as 'dust bunnies' begin. They gather in corners and on stairs. Under furniture and behind doors. Some times the creatures have even been known to levitate. Their only natural predator is a clumsy ineffective beast known as 'vacuum'. Prone to clogs with a natural predilection for hiding to avoid the sight of humans it is poor suited for its overwhelming task.

This is where The Spinner thrives. Armed only with brush and spindle she harvests the undercoat of the husky, and their hybreds, and turns it into yarn usable to make hats and line mittens. Some Spinners choose to share their lives with sheep to have a never ending supply of wool on hand for their craft. Some, like your humble author, are content to spin off their dog. To avoid having to hunt down the vacuum.

Life with canine shaped overlords is not always so productive however. Sometimes there are casualties. Apparently in addition to shedding their undercoat  in the spring huskys and their hybreds feel the need to imitate the noble butterfly and wrap themselves in a cocoon of silk. Unable to produce such a cocoon themselves they seek another source.

A cone of weaving yarn catches their eye. Its 2,000 yards of lace weight silver silk will make a fine casing for their transformation from dogs to charming throw rugs. The cone is oblivious to their approach, its defender, the human known as "Mom" is no where to be seen. It is easy prey. But lo! The cone fights back! Its yardage now a hindrance as the Heathens struggle to properly wrap themselves while lacking thumbs. But the fight is lost. Now, hopelessly tangled together, the Heathens can only cry piteously from their predicament. Unable, as they are, to rise from the floor with legs tied together and tied to one another. They must fling themselves upon the mercy of Mom who would have found this all hysterical had it not happened with her yarn, and were she not the one who must untangle two squirming miserable Heathens.

When freed Odin, the purely husky Heathen, shows proper remorse with an offer of the belly and an humble request that if he must complete his transformation to a throw rug to please take his brother first. Baldr, the Heathen of uncertain parentage but whose linage has probably seen both lab and husky who frequently drinks deep of the fountain of derp, has already forgotten his troubles. He was wandered off in search of noms. Leaving Mom to begin the painful, painful, process of untangling her precious silk in hopes of finishing a shawl for her own mother.