Once upon a time there were Brave Beetle and Mad Feltmaker. There was also a bunch of sharp felting needles that play a major role in this story. But everything in its own time.
Brave Beetle lived in the Gloomy Forest since always. Every day he woke up in the morning and set off in search of a large ball of dung. When he found one, he used to roll it into his hole. He was not afraid to walk through the dark forest because he always chose the same paths. He knew all the trees, bushes and other plants on his way. But this time was different.
Following his usual route, all of the sudden he saw high and stiff silver plants growing in front of him. “What are those?” thought Brave Beetle. “Where am I? Is this really my path?” he looked around and saw Mad Feltmaker with a big camera. She was taking pictures of these strange plants. “There are definitely too many paparazzis and too many weird plants in this forest. I need to move somewhere else,” thought Brave Beetle and walked away slowly.
Shamefully, I need to admit that the Mad Feltmaker was me and that these weird plants were sharp felting needles of mine. I was just taking pictures of them for my website. Later on, when I showed these pictures to my friends, some of them said that the beetle looked like he had been in danger. For this reason, I need to assure you that I never hurt him at all. I just changed his route a bit that day.
To prevent bad associations I used another picture in my post on felting needles. If you are wondering what these needles are for and how they work, you can find some answers there. To end the story in a positive way, I would like to express my hope that the Brave Beetle did not leave the Gloomy Forest and that he returned to his routine of long morning walks.