Hello steemit😉😎
Once, long ago, when my grandmother was still young, she tied Grandpa a beautiful woolen sweater.
Grandfather really treasured this gift and wore it every day.
Many years passed, and, as with all the things I loved, the old sweater was put in a trunk that stood in the attic of a small house.
There it was eaten by a mole, bright colors faded, and of all the buttons there was only one left.
One day the nurse went up to the attic to brush off the accumulated dust and get rid of unnecessary things.
Looking over the chest, she saw an old grandfather's sweater.
Gray hair from the long lying down rolled down, became thin and unsightly. But the nurse was sure that the sweater could get a rebirth.
She carried it down and placed it on a rocking chair near the fireplace.
At the fire, the sweater dried up, the threads burst out, and it seemed to the nurse that there was a small gray dog in the armchair.
She immediately dismissed the sweater, coiled some tangles, took the knitting needles and began to knit.
First there was a kind face with a brown nose and standing ears.
From another tangle, she tied her paws, her torso, and left a little thread for a small tail.
The only button the nurse sewed on her tummy. So appeared Boofle.
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Do you have any favorite toys?😍
