Crouching Knitter, Hidden Dropped Stitch
Thursday, October 21st, 2004Scene: an open field surrounded by tall pines. Two roads cross in the center of the clearing. From opposite sides, two figures approach.
First Monk: Greetings, honored pilgrim.
Second Monk: Monk. I’m a monk. This is a monk’s travel satchel, see?
First Monk: Ah. Yes, my mistake. Greetings, monk.
Second [...]