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19 - The Squeewee Chronicles - To Weave a Slipper
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Sat 27 Dec 14
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December 26th, 11:59 PM. Friday. In a basket, among kitchen roll and crocheted blankets, sat two small seemingly-crocheted pigs.

One, the one you now know as "Squiglet", sat with a stanley knife and a small cylinder of wood. He seems dumbfounded. He was stunned that in Squeewees secret backpack, there was a miniature stanley knife and a few cylinders of wood.

Our attention turns to the pig, sat in a matching grey, black, and red hat and blanket. He is holding a book; Teach Yourself Crochet. He did not know at the time why there was an English copy of Teach Yourself Crochet in his backpack when he set off, but obviously this was why.

They were trying to learn to Crochet. To make hand-made slippers, one must be able to create slippers. Squiglet is hard at work trying to carve miniature crochet hooks. No-one knows why Squeewee was supplied with a book on crochet without any crochet hooks. Or wool.

Squeewee looks confused.

"You knowh, Shquigyet, I canh't sheem to get my head aroundh thish whole croshey fing. None of it makesh any shenshe."

Squiglet glanced up from his slow, tedious work, then looked back down. "Shqueewee, you're holdingh it upshide down."

Squeewee squinted a little, and rotated the book. "Oh yesh. I can shee it bettew now. How ish it yourh endh?"

"Shlowyee. I'm findhingh it hardh to foyyow the tutorhiyul."

Squeewee sat up. "Shquigyet, yourh foyyowing a tutoriyul on how to make Indiyun Saffron Rice."

"I'm adapthing it to shoot carving crochet hooksh."

"Why don't you try foyyowing a croshey hook tutoriyul?"

"What do I yook yike, a fool?"

The conversation ended for 20 seconds, and then it turned 12:00. They were now on that little threshold of 2 days.

"Firsht croshey hook readee!"

Squeewees eyebrows rose and disappeared under his hat. Squiglet passed him the sculpture. Squeewee examined it, and sighed.



"You've carved a tiny bowl of shaffron rishe. Wiv chopshticksh in it."

And indeed, there lied in Squeewees little paw/trotter, lay a perfect, miniature, bowl of rice. With chopsticks in it.

"I fink you needh to call an exshpert on carving. Shomeone not of our rashe. Shquigyet?"


"Get the phone."

Within 10 minutes, King Polar Bear was also in the basket. While small, he quite towered over the small pigs. While usually an Ice sculptor, he knew a little about all forms of carving.

By the time the sun was rising, they had crochet hooks. And a ball of yarn. And Polar bear was back downstairs.

And they were snoring, the way Squeebrews always do.


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