Be vewwy Kwi-et… I’m a-hunting…
It’s the last half hour, before the kill.
There’s a hush.
I can see my prey. Laid out in all it’s glory.
I know there are other predators, I’ve smelt them.. seen their tracks.
I am older, more experienced (and have far more feedback – I mean honestly – there are three bidders with 0, you don’t try to take down something like this in your first hunt) and I know what sort of killer stroke is required at the last minute to take it down.
Yes, friends, lurkers and crocheters… There’s a scent of blood in the water and we’re circling.
Part of my grand plan is to spin (no, not round and round in circles like I was with Arcadia’s hatchling #1) my own yarn.
When I say my “own yarn”, I also mean… having my own sheep and alpacas.
Which means I also want.. my own farm….
Which means: hopefully, shortly, I’ll have my very own mortgage!
Anyway – back to what I’m stalking on eBay.
Can’t talk – auction closing!!!