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Fiber Beads Domestic Dispute

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Beads by Ebrown

It was a peaceful day in Fiber Bead Land – the skies were bright and beautiful, the birds were chirping, and there was only a slight chance of yarn showers. Along marched the manly man beads, with many a foul word and foul smell. Further back, holding up their fibers at such behavior, were the Chenille beauties. They didn’t relish being out with the manfiberfolk, but it was unavoidable today – they had to have it out with the wild blue tribes of the wooly hills. However, the blues did not have the same intentions of a peaceful talk…

They leaped out of nowhere, the iris blues with their tightly woven fibers forming a shield from their backs. The manly men fiberfolk could do nothing to penetrate their shields – unlike their slightly wispy nature, these blues were too tight to do anything about. They were herded like animals, the Chenilles getting shriller and shriller at their insistence that this was not an invasion.

A different type of blue came up from behind to confront the manfiberfolk, while they were circled by more shield blues. The Chenilles realized that these light blue metallic beauties were their more delicate natured women – they started at once to try to reason with the glistening beauties, but only received a cold stare. The silence was overwhelming, and the circle tightened further and further, leaving only one avenue for escape that would lead to nothing but a long fall into hemp ville. They didn’t like it there much – it smelled funny and the tie dye, quite frankly, scared the living daylights out of them.

Finally, one spoke – "What does the high class fibers wish with our simple tribe?" The tone was of a sneer, and some of the blues started poking at the Chenilles and laughing a cruel laugh. Undaunted, the eldest of the Chenilles spoke. "We wish only peace with your tribe – you raid our baskets and set fire to our bead condos. What is it you want?"

Another laugh – and surprisingly,a wink from the blue metallic beauty. "To be honest, we just like annoying the hell out of you." That statement got a start from the manfiberfolk, but they were pushed ever closer together. "We will continue to raid, and we’ll especially continue to set fire to those bead condos. You probably don’t remember, but you pushed us out for being too loud…too loud? Hah. Your men there could wake the bloody dead. So now we live in the middle of nowhere, without any fancy smancy fibers – thanks to you!"

"Look" said one daring manfolk, pushing past the Chenilles to come to the forefront…or at least attempting to, but they were in a staring match with the blue women. "You do know that football is on right? Come on over and we’ll settle it over wings and beer." The Chenilles rounded on them, but the circle loosened and although the blue women were giving them glares, they all wandered off. That left the women staring each other down, until they both sighed. "We’d better make the damn wings or else they’ll burn the kitchen down." And with that, the crisis was averted in Fiber Bead Land.

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