The Bake Sale
By Matthew Robbins
“In, pull up a loop, swoop, pull through. Three.” Miles raised his pinky finger a bit higher, adjusting the tension on the working end of the electric green yarn that wound through his fingers. “In, pull up a loop, swoop, pull through. Two.” He was crocheting with his favorite plastic size H hook. One of his metal hooks would have made quicker work of this project, but he really liked the squeak the taut yarn made as it wound around the plastic one. “In, pull up a loop, swoop, pull through. There. Done.” He snipped off a final tail of yarn and pulled it down inside what was now a finished stuffed octopus. He gave the toy a final kiss right between his shiny black plastic eyes before gently tossing it into a basket filled with impossibly cute crocheted ani
