Pat stared at the trail of yarn he was following. It disappeared for long distances in many places, but it had always managed to pop up next to him. He thought about how when he first saw it, he picked up the litter and threw it away. Upon finding more yarn, he did likewise. But after so much yarn it got ridiculous. So he just walked away. It didnt matter though, it was always there. The whole park was lined with yarn. As he was deciding on whether or not to find the source, he suddenly felt like he was being watched. It was a faint feeling, but it was there. Whatever it was, it was very crafty to elude Pat for so long with such sparce hiding places. Yet again he was busy daydreaming, so it wouldnt be too hard to get so close. Pat played it cool, he felt it was the best thing to do. So he just walked casually on the sidewalk, whistling as he went. It was going his direction anyway.
