the strange story of the pair of gloves and the evil scarf

the a pair of gloves was tired of living in the bottom of the big black bag. the pair of gloves had been shoved there carelessly about a week ago and by now it was throughly fed up (specially since the day-old banana had no conversation and was starting to smell). musing about the effects of global warming on the personal life of winter accessories had got boring, specially since the mp3 player would tediously pipe-up with nonsense about how actually there was no proof that new technologies were causing waste and there was an ice-age coming and really it was all down to cosmic rays and blah blah blah. god! it was murder down in the black bag. the pair of gloves was seriously considering unravelling and letting go...there was nothing left to do.

so there we have the pair of gloves contemplating ending it all when, right out of nowhere, a pair of needles and a couple of wool balls make an unexpected but welcome appearance. the wool came from faraway places and they had both been trained in cabaret style performing, so soon they were keeping the contents of the bag enthralled with their singing, dancing, magic tricks and stand up jokes. the pair of gloves was ecstatic, the banana had rotted and been removed at last, the mp3 player's pompous speeches drowned in a riot of joyous accessorized laughter. even the keys joined in clattering away at the end of every act.

but (there is always a 'but', isn't there), the needles, the needles...

the balls of wool gradually started to get thinner and thinner. the pair of gloves wondered whether the balls were anorexic (they were performers after all, the pressure of the limelight...) but it discarded the idea, as the balls would always heartily tuck into the shared meal of bottom-of-the-bag fluff and mystery crumbs which was shared by all the accessories every day at lunch- and dinner-time. the pair of gloves did notice, though, that the needles had become very pally with the wool. in fact, almost stuck together. and making patterns! what could this be?

oh you can all see it coming. yes! the balls of wool were being painfully abused by the needles to create a scarf. an evil scarf! a two-coloured scarf!

the pair of gloves was in two minds. on the one hand, the balls where individually so cool and sophisticated and the instinct to save them from unravelling and disintegration was very strong. however, a scarf may provide that long-term (even life!) partner that the pair of gloves had been searching for in vain for so long and the need for which had become so acutely apparent in that last solitary weeks where the only companions where a rotting banana and a pain-in-the-ass mp3 player...