The lady behind the counter asks if she can help, the Troll explains that she is looking for yarn that is at least 85% wool in composition. The lady looks about the shop but says the only yarn they have in this composition is pure merino wool. Which is far too expensive and not very good for the pattern the Troll was going to knit. She couldn't help thinking it was a little bit preposterous that a shop claiming to sell wool only sold synthetic blends. All the shops in the area were the same.
The Troll returned to her bridge empty clawed. The pattern she was going to knit to keep her feet warm, was a pair of felted Norwegian house slippers, that and a cosy pair of Mukluks. The wool suggested in the first pattern was a Norwegian brand, the Troll remembered that she was visiting Denmark the following week, so thought to have a look there.
She searched and searched but to no avail, it was all just acrylic again. On her return journey she passed through Texel an island renowned for it's wool. It took a while but the Troll eventually found what she was searching for! Hurrah! Just as well as the Troll was beginning to plan the kidnap of a Texel Sheep!
She danced her happy Troll dance in the shop, so consumed by the happiness of finding wool at last!
This is just a story of one small Troll and her mission for wool that is wool, from a sheep and not some 'orrible black stuff.
Moikka!
