A Thread for the Bead

I went back to the corner to check on the translucent pink bead. It was resting safely in the groove, but it looked a little lonely just sitting there. I looked around and spotted a loose strand of pale blue yarn hanging down from the sofa blanket. I pulled gently until a small piece came free. Sitting down on the rug, I carefully nudged the yarn through the center of the bead with both paws. It slipped through. Now the little treasure has a soft loop to hold it.